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THE GOLDElSr FLEECE 


CHAPTER I. 

The professor crossed one long, lean leg over the other, and punched 
down the ashes in his pipe-bowl with the square tip of his middle 
finger. The thermometer on the shady veranda marked eighty-seven 
degrees of heat, and nature wooed the soul to languor and revery ; but 
nothing could abate the energy of this bony sage. 

They talk about their Atlantises, — their submerged continents 
he exclaimed, with a sniff through his wide, hairy nostrils. Why, 
Trednoke, do you realize that we are living literally at the bottom of a 
Mesozoic — at any rate, Cenozoic — sea ?” 

The gentleman thus indignantly addressed contemplated his ques- 
tioner with the serenity of one conscious of freedom from geologic 
responsibility. He was a man of about the professor’s age, — say, sixty 
years, — but not like him in appearance. His figure was stately and 
massive, — that of one who in his youth must have possessed vast 
physical strength, rigidly developed and disciplined. Well set upon 
his broad shoulders was a noble head, crowned with gray, wavy hair ; 
the eyes and eyebrows were black and powerful, but the expression was 
kindly and humorous. His moustache and the Roman convexity of 
his chin would have confirmed your conviction that he was a retired 
warrior ; in which you would have been correct, for General Trednoke 
always appeared what he was, both outwardly and inwardly. His 
great frame, clad in white linen, was comfortably disposed in a Japan- 
ese straw arm-chair ; yet there was a soldierly poise in his attitude. 
He was smoking a large and excellent cigar ; and a cup of coffee, with 
a tiny glass of cognac beside it, stood on a mahogany stand at his elbow. 

^‘Do you remember, Meschines, the time I licked you at school?” 
he inquired, in a tone of pleasant reminiscence. 

can’t say I do. What’s more, I venture to challenge your 
statement. And though you are a hundred pounds the better of me 
in weight, and a West Point graduate, I will wager my pipe (which is 

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worth its weight in diamonds) against that old woollen shirt of Monte- 
zuma’s that you showed me yesterday, that I can lick you to-day, and 
forget all about it before bedtime !” 

Well, I guess you could,” returned the general, with a little 
chuckle, even if I hadn’t that Mexican bullet in my leg. But you 
couldn’t, forty-five years ago, though you tried, and though I was a 
year younger than you, and weighed five pounds less. Come, now : 
you don’t mean to say you’ve forgotten Susan Brown !” 

Oh — ah — hah ! Susan Brown ! Well, I declare ! And what 

brought her into your head, I should like to know ?” 

Why, after breaking your heart first, and then mine, I lost sight 
of her, and I don’t think I have seen her since. But it appears she 
was married to a fellow named Parsloe.” 

Don’t fancy that name !” observed the professor, wagging his head 
and frowning. Has a mean sound to it. But what of it ?” 

“ Well, she died, — rest her soul ! — and Parsloe too. But they had 
a daughter, and she survives them.” 

And resembles her mother, eh ? — No, Trednoke, the time for that 
sort of thing has gone by with me. Susan might have had me, five- 
and-forty years ago ; but I can’t undertake to revive my passion for the 
benefit of Mrs. Parsloe’s daughter. Besides, I’m too busy to think of 
marriage, and not — not old enough !” 

At this tour de force, the general laughed softly, and finished his 
coffee. An old Indian, somewhat remarkable in appearance, with 
shaggy white hair hanging down on his shoulders, stepped forward 
from the room where he had been waiting, and removed the cup. 

No letters yet, Kamaiakan ?” asked the general, in Spanish. 

“ In a few minutes, general,” the other replied. Pablo has just 
come in sight over the hill. There were several errands.” 

Muy huen ! — I was going to say, Meschines, her father and 
mother left the girl poor, and she, being, apparently, clever and 
energetic, took to ” 

I know !” the professor interrupted. They all do it, when they 
are clever and energetic, and that’s the end of them ! — School-teaching !” 

Not at all,” returned General Trednoke. She entered a dry- 
goods store.” 

“ Entered a dry-goods store ! Well, there’s nothing so extraor- 
dinary in that. I’ve seen quantities of women do it, of all ages, 
colors, and degrees. What did she buy there?” 

Oh, a fiddlestick !” exclaimed the general. Why don’t you 
keep quiet and listen to my story? I say, she went into a great dry- 
goods store in New York, as saleswoman.” 

Bless my soul ! You don’t mean a shop-girl ?” 

‘^That’s what I said, isn’t it? And why not?” 

“ Oh, well ! — but, shade of Susan Brown ! Ichabod ! — what is the 
feminine of Ichabod, by the way, Trednoke? But, seriously, it’s too 
bad. Susan may have been fickle, but she was always aristocratic. 
And now her daughter is a shop-girl. You and I are avenged !” 

You are just as ridiculous, Meschines, as you were thirty or fifty 
years ago,” said the general, tranquilly. You declaim for the sake 


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of hearing your own voice. Besides, what you say is un-American. 
Grace Parsloe, as I was saying, got a place as shop-girl in one of the 
great New York stores. I don^t say she mightn’t have done worse: 
what I say is, I doubt whether she gould have done better. That 
house — I know one of its founders, and I know what I’m talking 
about — is like an enormous family, where children are born, year after 
year, grow up, and take their places in life according to their quality 
and merit. What I mean is, that the boy who drives a wagon for 
them to-day, at three dollars a week, may control one of their chief 
departments, or even become a partner, before they’re done with him ; 
and, mutatis mutandis, the same with the girls. When these girls 
marry, it’s apt to be into a higher rank of life than they were born 
in ; and that fact, I take it, is a good indication that their shop-girl 
experience has been an education and an improvement. They are 
given work to do, suited to their capacity, be it small or great ; they are 
in the way of learning something of the great economic laws ; they 
learn self-restraint, courtesy, and ” 

And human nature ! Yes, poor things : they see the American 
buying- woman, and that is a discipline more trying than any' you 
West-Pointers know about! Oh, yes, I see your point. If the fathers 
of the big family are fathers, and the children are children to them 
. . . All the same, I fancy the young ladies, when they marry into 
the higher social circles, as you say they do, don’t, as a rule, make their 
shop-girl days a topic of conversation at five-o’clock teas, or put ‘ Ex- 
shop-girl to So-and-so’ at the bottom of their visiting-cards.” 

I believe, after all, you’re a snob, Meschines,” said the general, 
pensively. But, as I was about to say, when you interrupted me ten 
minutes ago, Grace Parsloe is coming on here to make us a visit. She 
fell ill, and her employers, after doing what could be done for her in 
the way of medical attendance, made up their minds to give her a 
change of climate. Now, you know, as she had originally gone to 
them with a letter from me, and as I live out here, on the borders 
of the Southern desert, in a climate that has no equal, they naturally 
thought of writing to me about it. And of course I said I’d be de- 
lighted to have her here, for a month, or a year, or whatever time it 
may be. She will be a pleasure to me, and a friend for Miriam, and 
she may find a husband somewhere up or down the coast, who will give 
her a fortune, and think all the better of her because she, like him, had 
the ability and the pluck to make her own way in the world.” 

Humph I When do you expect her?” 

She may turn up any day. She is coming round by way of the 
Isthmus. From what I hear, she is really a very fine, clever girl. 
She held a responsible position in the shop, and ” 

“Well, let us sink the shop, and get back to the rational and in- 
structive conversation that we — or, to be more accurate, that I was 
engaged in when this digression began. I presume you are aware that 
all the indications are lacustrine?” 

Hereupon, a hammock, suspended near the talkers, and filled with 
what appeared to be a bundle of lace and silken shawls, became agi- 
tated, and developed at one end a slender arched foot in an open-work 


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silk stocking and sandal-slipper, and at the other end a dark, youthful, 
oval face, with glorious eyes and dull black hair. A voice of music 
asked, — 

What is lacustrine, papa 

Oh, so you are awake again, Seflorita Miriam 

“ I haven^t been asleep. Wliat is lacustrine ?” 

Ask the profe^or.’^ 

LacfuSy you know, my dear,” said the latter. Means fresh-water 
indications as against salt.” 

“ Then how does Great Salt Lake ” 

Oh, for that matter, the whole ocean was fresh originally. Moist- 
ure, evaporation, precipitation. Water is a great solvent : earthquakes 
break the crust, and there you are !” 

Then, before the earthquakes, the Salt Lakes were fresh ?” rejoined 
the hammock. 

There was fresh water west of the Rockies and south of 

Why,” cried the professor, interrupting himself, when I was in 
Wyoming and around there, this spring, in what they call the Bad 
Lands, — cliffs and buttes of indurated yellow clay and sandstone, worn 
and carved out by floods long before the Aztecs started to move out of 
Canada, — I saw fossil bones sticking out of the cliffs, the least of which 
would make the fortune of a museum. That was between the Rockies 
and the Wahsatch.” 

People’s bones ?” asked the hammock, agitating itself again, and 
showing a glimpse of a smooth throat and a slender ankle. 

Bless my soul ! If there were people in those days they must have 
had an anxious time of it !” returned the sage. “ No, no, my dear. 
There was brontosaurus, and atlantosaurus, and hydrosaurus, and iguano- 
don, — lizards, you know, not like, these little black fellows that run 
about in the pulverized feldspar here, but chaps eighty or a hundred 
feet long, and twenty or thirty high ; and turtles, as big as a house.” 

How did they get there ?” 

Got mired while they were feeding, perhaps ; or the water drained 
off and left them high and dry.” 

But where did the water go to ?” 

The general chuckled at this juncture, and lit another cigar. She 
knows more questions than you do the answers to them,” quoth he. 
“ But I wouldn’t mind hearing where the water went to, myself. I 
should like to see some of it back again.” 

“ Ask the earthquakes, and the sun. There’s a hundred and thirty 
degrees of heat in some of these valleys, — abysses, rather, three or four 
hundred feet below sea-level. The earth is very thin-skinned in this 
region, too, and whatever water wasn’t evaporated from above would 
be likely to come to grief underneath.” 

But, professor,’^ said the musical voice, I thought there was a 
law that water always seeks its own level. So how can there be empty 
places below sea-level ?” 

It’s the fault of the aneroid barometer, my dear. We were very 
comfortable and commonplace until that came along and revealed 
anomalies. The secret lies, I suppose, in the trend of the strata, 


THE GOLDEN FLEECE. 


519 


which is generally north and south. You see the ridges cropping out 
all through the desert; and there’s a good deal of lava oozing over 

them, too. They probably act as walls, to prevent the sea getting in 
from the west, or the Colorado leaking in from the east.” 

In that case,” remarked the general, a little more seismic dis- 
turbance might produce a change.” 

‘‘ It would have to be more than a little, I suspect,” returned Mes- 
chines. 

Kamaiakan told me that the Indians have a prophecy that a great 
lake will come back and make the desert fruitful, and that there are 
some who know the very place where the water will begin to flow.” 
And here the hammock, with a final convulsion, gave birth to a beau- 
tiful young woman, in a diaphanous silk dress and a white lace man- 
tilla. She crossed the veranda, and seated herself on the broad arm 
of her father’s chair. 

‘‘ Why, that’s important !” said the general, arching his brows. I 
wonder if Kamaiakan is one of those who know the place ? If so, it 
might' be worth his while to let me into the secret.” 

^‘Oh, you couldn’t go there! It’s enchanted, and people who*go 
near it die. There are bones all about there, now.” 

This Kamaiakan appears to be a remarkable personage : where 
did you pick him up?” inquired the professor. 

It was rather the other way,” Trednoke replied, taking one of 
his daughter’s hands in his, and caressing it. We are appendages 
to Kamaiakan. You look so natural, sitting there, Meschines, that I 
forget it’s thirty years since we met, and that all the significant events 
of my life have happened in that time, — the Mexican war, my marriage, 
and the rest of it I I have been a widower ten years.” 

And I’ve been a bachelor for over sixty !” said Meschines, with 
a queer expression, Your wife was Spanish, was she not ?’’ 

Her father was a Mexican of Andalusian descent. But her 
mother was descended from the race of Azatlan : there are records and 
relics indicating that her ancestors were princes in Tenochtitlan before 
Cortez made trouble there.” 

“ And I’ve been losing my heart to a princess, and never realized 
my audacity I” exclaimed the professor, laying his hand on his waist- 
coat and making an obeisance to Miriam. 

She tossed her free foot, and played with the fringe of her reboso. 

I will tell my maid to look for it,” she said ; but I think you 
must have left it in papa’s curiosity-room.” 

No : I’m an Aztec sacrifice !” cried the professor ; and they all 
laughed. “One would hardly have anticipated,” he resumed after 
a pause, addressing Trednoke, “ that you would have made a double 
conquest, — first of the men, and then of the woman 1” 

“ The woman conquered me, without trying or wishing to, and 

then, because she was a woman, took compassion on me. Whether 
my country has benefited much by the Mexican annexation, I can’t 
say ; but I know Inez — made a heaven on earth for me,” concluded 
the general, in a low voice. His countenance, at this moment, wore a 
solemn and humble expression, beautiful to see ; and Miriam bent and 


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laid her cheek against his. Meschines knocked the ashes out of his 
pipe, and sighed. 

^‘No woman ever took compassion on me,” he remarked, ^‘and 
you see the result, — ashes !” 

Ashes, — with their wonted fires living in them,” said Trednoke. 

AVe were talking about this Indian of yours,” said Meschines. 

Ay, to be sure. Well, he was attached to Inez’s family when I 
first knew them. It was a peculiar relation ; not like that of a servant. 
One finds such things in Mexico. The conquered race were of as 
good strain as their conquerors; the blood of Montezuma was as blue 
as the best of the Castilian. There were many intermarriages ; and 
there are many ins'tances of the survival of traditions and records; 
though the records are often symbolic, and would have no meaning' 
to persons not initiated. But they have been sufficient to perpetuate 
ties of a personal nature through generation after generation ; and the 
alliance between Kamaiakan and Inez was of this kind. His forefathers, 
I imagine, were priests, and priests were a mighty power in Tenoch- 
titlan. For aught I know, indeed, Kamaiakan may be an original 
priest of Montezuma’s : no one knows his age, but he does not look 
an hour older, to-day, than when I first saw him, over twenty years 
ago.” 

He must be !” said Miriam, with some positiveness. He has 
told me of seeing and doing things hundreds of years ago. And he 
says ” She paused. 

What does he say, Nina adorada?” asked her father. 

It was about the treasure, you know.” 

Let us hear. Tlie professor is one of us.” 

It’s one of our traditions that my mother’s ancestors, at the time 
of Cortez, were very rich people,” continued Miriam, glancing at Mes- 
chines, and then letting her eyes wander across the garden, blooming 
with roses and fragrant with orange-trees, and so across the trellised 
vines towards the soft outline of the mountains eastward. A great 
part of their wealth was in the form of jewels and precious stones. 
When Cortez took the city, one of the priests, who was a relative of 
our family, put the jewels in a box, and hid them in a certain place 
in the desert.” 

^^And does Kamaiakan know where the place is?” asked the 
general. 

‘‘ He can know, when the time comes.” 

“ Which will be, perhaps, when you are ready for your dowry,” 
observed the professor, genially. 

A spell was put upon the spot,” Miriam went on, with a certain 
imaginative seriousness ; for she loved romance and mystery so well, 
and was of a temperament so poetical, that the wildest fairy-tales had 
a sort of reality for her. No one can find the treasure while the spell 
remains. But Kamaiakan understands the spell, and the conjuration 
which dissolves it; and when he dissolves it, the treasure will be 
found.” 

“ And, between ourselves,” added the general, Kamaiakan is 
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bears an enchanted life, which cannot cease until he has restored the 
jewels to Miriam’s hands.” 

There might be something in it, you know,” said Meschines, 
after a pause. “ The treasures of Montezuma have never been found. 
Is there no old chart or writing, in your collection of curiosities and 
relics, that might throw light on it ?” 

The scriptures of Anahuac were of the hieroglyphic type, — 
picture-writing,” replied the other. No, I fear there is nothing to 
the purpose ; and if there were, I shouldn’t know how to decipher it.” 

‘‘ But, papa, the tunic !” exclaimed Miriam. 

Oh ! has the tunic anything to do with it ?” 

“ Is that the queer woollen garment with the gold embroidery ?” 
inquired the professor, becoming more interested. I took a fancy to 
that, you remember. Has it a story ?” 

Well, it is a kind of an anomaly, I believe,” the general an- 
swered, looking up at his daughter with a smile. The Aztecs, you 
are aware, dressed chiefly in cotton. Even their defensive armor was 
of cotton, thickly quilted. Their ornaments were feathers, and em- 
broidery of gold and precious stones. But wool, for some reason, they 
didn’t wear ; and yet this garment, as you can see for yourself, is pure 
wool ; and that it is also pure Aztecan is beyond question.” 

Admitting that, what clue does it give to the treasure?” 

You must ask Kamaiakau,” said Miriam : only, he wouldn’t 
tell you.” 

“ Possibly,” the professor suggested, the place where the treasure 
is hidden is the place whence the water is to flow out ; and the water 
is the treasure.” 

Seriously, do you suppose that such a phenomenon as the return 
of an inland sea is physically practicable?” asked Trednoke. 

No phenomenon, in this part of the world, would surprise me,” 
returned Meschines. The Colorado might break its barriers ; or it 
is conceivable that some huge stream, taking its rise in the heights 
hundreds of miles north and east of us, may be flowing through 
subterranean passages into the sea, emerging from the sea-bottom 
hundreds of miles to the westward. Now, if a rattling good earth- 
quake were to happen along, you might awake in the morning to find 
yourself on an island, or even under water.” 

A moderate Mediterranean would satisfy me,” the general said. I 
wouldn’t exchange the certainty of it for the treasures of Montezuma.” 

The thirst for gold and for water are synonymous in your case ?” 

Give this section a moist climate, and I needn’t tell you that the 
Great American Desert would literally blossom as the rose. Even 
as it is, I expect a great deal of it will be redeemed by scientific irri- 
gation. The soil only needs water to become inexhaustibly productive. 
Our desert, as you know, is not sand, like parts of the Sahara ; it has 
all the ingredients that go to nourish plants, only their present powdery 
condition makes them unavailable. Now, I can, to-day, buy a hundred 
square miles of desert for a few'dollars. You see the point, don’t you ?” 

And all you want is expert opinion as to the likelihood of 
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“ The man who solves that question for me in the affirmative is 
welcome to half my share of the results that would ensue from it.’^ 

Why don’t you engage some expert to investigate ?” 

One can’t always trust an expert. I don’t mean as to his ex- 
pertness only, but as to his good faith. He might prefer to sell the 
idea to somebody who could pay cash, — which I cannot.” 

“ Why, you seem to have given this thing a good deal of thought, 
Trednoke.” 

Well, yes : it has been my hobby for a year past ; and I have 
made some investigations myself. But this is the first time I have 
spoken of it to any one.” 

“ I understand. And what of the investigations ?” 

I can say that I found enough to interest me. I’ll tell you about 
it some time. I should be glad to leave Miriam something to make 
her independent.” 

I should say that her Creator had already done that !” said 
Meschines. By the way, I know a young fellow — if he were only 
here — who is just the man you want, and can be trusted. He’s a civil 
engineer, — Harvey Freeman : the Lord only knows in what part of 
the world he is at this speaking. He has made a special study of 
these subterranean matters.” 

Don’t you remember, papa, Coleridge’s poem of Kubla Khan ? — 

“ Where Alph, the sacred river, ran 
Through caverns measureless to man 
Down to a sunless sea V’ 

Our sacred river, when we find it, shall be named Miriam.” 

It ought to be Kamaiakan,” she rejoined ; for, if anybody finds 
it, it will be he.” 

I think I hear the wings of the angel of whom we have been 
speaking,” said the general. Yes, here he is ; and he has got the 
letters. Let us see ! One for you, Meschines. And this, I see, is 
from our friend Miss Parsloe, postmarked Santa Barbara. Why, she’ll 
be here to-morrow, at that rate.” 

Here’s a queer coincidence !” exclaimed the professor, who had 
meanwhile opened his envelope and glanced through the contents. 

The very man I was speaking of, — Harvey Freeman ! Says he is in 
this neighborhood, has heard I’m here, and is coming down to pay me 
a visit. Methinks I hear the rolling of the sacred river !” 

But you won’t mention it to him, until ” 

Bless me ! of course not. I’ll bring him over here, in the course 
of human events, and you can take a look at him, and act on your own 
intuitions. I won’t say on Princess Miriam’s, for Harvey is a very 
fine-looking fellow, and her intuitions might get confused.” 

A civil engineer !” said Miriam, with an intonation worthy of the 
daughter of a West-Pointer and the descendant of an Aztec prince. 

Kamaiakan (who spoke only Spanish) had been gathering up some 
cushions that had fallen out of the hammock. Having replaced them, 
and cast a quick glance at Meschines, he withdrew. 


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523 


CHAPTER II. 

The Southern Pacific Railway passes, to-day, not far from the site 
of General Trednoke’s ranch. But the evente now to be narrated 
occurred some years before the era of transcontinental railroads : they 
were in the air, but not yet bolted down to the earth. The general, 
therefore, was a pioneer, and was by no means overrun with friends 
from the East in search of an agreeable winter climate. The easiest 
way to reach him — if you were not pressed for time — was round the 
cape which forms the southernmost point of South America and sticks 
its sharp snout inquiringly into the Antarctic solitudes, as if it scented 
something questionable there. The speediest route, though open to 
strange discomforts, was by way of the Isthmus ; and then there were 
always the saddle, the wagon, and the stage, with the accompaniments 
of road-agents, tornadoes, deserts, and starvation. 

Miss Grace Parsloe came via the Isthmus ; and the latter part of 
her journey had been alleviated by the society of a young gentleman 
from New York, Freeman by name. There were other passengers on 
the vessel ; but these two discovered sympathies of origin and education 
which made companionship natural. They sat together at table, leaned 
side by side over the taffrail, discussed their fellow-travellers, and inves- 
tigated each other. As he lolled on the bench with folded arms and 
straw hat tilted back from his forehead, she, glancing sidelong, as her 
manner was, saw a sunburnt aquiline nose, a moustache of a lighter 
brown than the visage which it decorated, a lean, strong jaw, and a 
muscular neck. His forehead, square and impending, was as white as 
ivory in comparison with the face below ; his hair, in accordance with 
the fashion introduced by the late war, was cropped close. But what 
especially moved Miss Grace were those long, lazy blue eyes, which 
seemed to tolerate everything, but to be interested in nothing, — hardly 
even in her. Now, Grace could not help knowing she w’as a pretty 
girl, and it was somewhat of a novelty to her that Freeman should 
appear so indifferent. It would have been difficult to devise a better 
opportunity than this to monopolize masculine admiration, and she fell 
to speculating as to what sort of an experience Mr. Freeman must have 
had, so to panoply him against her magic. On the other hand, she was 
the recipient of whatever attentions he could bring himself to detach 
from the horizon-line, or from his own thoughts (which appeared to 
amount, practically, to about the same thing). She had no other rivals ; 
and a woman will submit amiably to a good deal of indifference, pro- 
vided she be assured that no other woman is enjoying what she lacks. 

Freeman, for his part, had nothing to complain of. Grace Parsloe 
was a singularly pretty girl. Singular properly qualifies her. She 
was not like the others, — by which phrase he epitomized the numerous 
comely young women whom he had, at various times and in several 
countries, attended, teased, and kissed. Both physically and mentally, 
she was very fine-wrought. Her bones were small; her body and 
limbs were slender, but beautifully fashioned. She was supple and 
vigorous. Grace is a product of brain as well as an effect of bodily 
symmetry ; Grace had the quality on both counts. She answered to 


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one’s conception of Mahomet’s houris, assuming that the conception is 
not of a fat person. Her head was small, but well proportioned, — 
compact as to the forehead, rather broad across the cheek-bones, thence 
tapering to the cTiin. Her eyes were blue, but of an Eastern strangeness 
of shape and setting ; they were subject to great and sudden chang^ of 
expression, depending, apparently, on the varying state of her emotions, 
and betraying an intensity more akin to the Oriental temperament than 
to ours. There was in her something subtle and fierce ; yet overlay- 
ing it, like a smooth and silken skin, were the conventional polish and 
bearing of an American school-graduate. She was, indeed, noticeably 
artificial and self-conscious in manner and in the intonations of her 
speech ; though it was an aesthetic delight to see her move or pose, and 
the quality of her voice was music’s self. But Freeman, after due 
meditation, came to the conclusion that this was the outcome of her 
recognition of her own singularity ; in trying to be like other people, 
she fell into caricature. Freeman, somehow, liked her the better for 
it. Like most men of brain and pith, who have seen and thought 
much, he was thankful for a new thing, because, so far as it went, it 
renewed him. It pleased him to imagine that he could, with a word 
or a look, cause this veil of artifice to be thrown aside, and the primitive 
passion and fierceness behind it to start forth. He allowed himself to 
imagine, with a certain satisfaction, that were he to make this young 
woman jealous she would think nothing of thrusting a dagger between 
his ribs. Reality, — what a delight it is ! The actual touch and feeling 
of the spontaneous natural creature have been so buried beneath cen- 
turies of hypocrisy and humbug that we have ceased to believe in them 
save as a metaphysical abstraction. But even as water, long depressed 
under-ground in perverse channels, surges up to the surface, and above 
it, at last, in a fountain of relief, so Nature, after enduring ages of out- 
rage and banishment, leaps back to her rightful domain in some indi- 
vidual whom we call extraordinary because he or she is natural. Grace 
Parsloe did not seem (regarded as to her temperament and quality) to 
belong where she was : therefore she was a delightful incident there. 
Had she been met with in the days of the Old Testament, or in the depths 
of Persia or India at the present time, even, she might have appeared 
commonplace. But here she was in conventional costume, with con- 
ventional manners. And, just as the nautch-girls, and other Oriental 
dancers and posturers, wear a costume which suggests nature more 
effectively than does nature itself, so did Grace’s conventionality suggest 
to Freeman the essential absence of conventionality more forcibly than 
if he had seen her clad in a turban and translucent caftan, dancing off 
John the Baptist’s head, or driving a nail into that of Sisera. Grace 
certainly owed much of her importance to her situation, which rendered 
her foreign and piquante. But, then, everything, in this world, is rela- 
tive. 

Racial types seem to be a failure : when they become very marked, 
the race deteriorates or vanishes. In the counties of England, after 
only a thousand years, the women you meet in the rural districts and 
country towns all look like sisters. The Asiatics, of course, are much 
more sunk in type than the Anglo-Saxons ; and they show us the way 


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525 


we would be going. Only, there is hope in rapid transit and the cos- 
mopolitan spirit, and especially in these United States, which bring 
together the ends of the earth, and place side by side a descendant of 
the Puritans like Freeman, and a daughter of Irak-Ajemi. 

“ What are you coming to California for, Mr. Freeman 

Freeman had already told her what he had been in the Isthmus 
for, — to paddle in miasmatic swamps with a view to the possibility of 
a canal in the remote, speculative future. He had given her a graphic 
and entertaining picture of the hideous and inconceivable life he had 
led there for six months, from which he had emerged the only member 
of a party of nineteen (whites, blacks, and yellows) who was not either 
dead by disease, by violence, or by misadventure, or had barely escaped 
with life and a shattered constitution. Freeman, after emerging from 
the miasmatic hell and lake of Gehenna, had taken a succession of 
baths, with soap and friction, had been attended by a barber and a 
tailor, and had himself attended the best table to be found for love or 
money in the charming town of Panama. He had also spent more 
than half of the week of his sojourn there in sleep ; and he was now 
in the best possible condition, physical and mental, — though not, he 
admitted, pecuniary. As to morals, they had not reached that discus- 
sion yet. But, in all that he did say. Freeman exhibited perfect un- 
reserve and frankness, answering without hesitation or embarrassment 
any question she chose to ask (and she asked some curious ones). 

But when she asked him such an innocent thing as what he was 
after in California — an inquiry, by the way, put more in idleness than 
out of curiosity — Freeman stroked his yellow moustache with the thumb 
of the hand that held his Cuban cigarette, gazed with narrowed eyelids 
at the horizon, and for some time made no reply at all. Finally he 
said that California was a place he had never visited, and that it would 
be a pitiy to have been so near it and yet not have improved the oppor- 
tunity of taking a look at it. 

Grace instantly scented a mystery, and was not less promptly re- 
solved to fathom it. And what must be the nature of a mystery 
attaching to a handsome man, unmarried, and evidently no stranger to 
the gentler sex ? Of course there must be a woman in it ! Her eyes 
glowed with azure fire. 

You have some acquaintances in California, I suppose?” she said, 
with an air of laborious indifference. 

‘^Well, — yes; I believe I have,” Freeman admitted. 

“ Have they lived there long ?” 

No ; not over a few months. I accidentally heard from a person 
in Panama. I dropped a line to say I might turn up.” 

a ghe you haven’t had time to get an answer, then ?” 

Freeman inhaled a deep breath through his cigarette, tilted his head 
back, and allowed the smoke to escape slowly through his nostrils. 
In this manner, familiar to his deep-designing sex, he concealed a smile. 
Grace was, in some respects, as transparent as she was subtle. So long 
as the matter in hand did not touch her emotions, she had no difficulty 
iu maintaining a deceptive surface ; but emotion she could not disguise, 
though she was probably not aware of the fact ; for emotion has a ten- 


526 


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dency to shut one’s own eyes and open what they can no longer see in 
one’s self to the gaze of outsiders. 

No,” he said, when he had recovered his composure. But that 
won’t make any difference. We are on rather intimate terms, you see.” 

Oh ! Is it long since you have met ?” 

Pretty long ; at least it seems so to me.” 

Grace turned, and looked full at her companion. He did not meet 
her glance, but kept his profile steadily opposed, and went on smoking 
with a dreamy air, as if lost in memories and anticipations, sad, yet 
sweet. 

Really, Mr. Freeman, I hardly thought — ^you have always seemed 
to care so little about anything — I didn’t suspect you of so much senti- 
ment.” 

I am like other men,” he returned, with a sigh. My affections 
are not given indiscriminately ; but when they are given, — you under- 
stand, — I ” 

Oh, I understand : pray don’t think it necessary to explain. I’m 
sure I’m very far from wishing to listen to confidences about another, 
— to ” 

Yes, but I like to talk about it,” interposed Freeman, earnestly. 
“ I haven’t had a chance to open my heart, you know, for at least six 
months. And though you and I haven’t known each other long, I 
believe you to be capable of appreciating what a man feels when he is 
on his way to meet some one who 

Thank you ! You are most considerate ! But I shall be addition- 
ally obliged if you would tell me in what respect I can have so far 
forgotten myself as to lead you to think me likely to appreciate any- 
thing of the kind. I assure you, Mr. Freeman, I have never cared for 
any one ; and nothing I have seen since I left home makes it probable 
that I shall begin now.” 

“ I am sorry to hear that,” said Freeman, slowly drawing another 
cigarette out of his bundle, and beginning to re-roll it with a dejected 
air. 

Indeed !” 

“ Yes : the fact is, I had hoped that you had begun to have a little 
friendly feeling for me. I am more than ready to reciprocate.” 

I hope you will spare me any insults, sir. I have no one to pro- 
tect me, but ” 

“ I assure you, I mean no insult. You cannot help knowing that 
I think you as beautiful and fascinating a woman as I have ever met ; 
but of course you can’t help being beautiful and fascinating. Do I 
insult you by having eyes? If so, I am sorry, but you will have to 
make the best of it.” 

With this, he turned in his seat, and calmly confronted her. Beau- 
tiful she certainly was, at that moment ; but it was the beauty of an 
angry serpent. She had a pencil in her hand, with which, a little 
while before, she had been sketching heads of some of the passengers in 
her little note-book. She was now handling this inoffensive object in 
such a way as to justify the fancy that, had it been charged with a 
deadly poison in its point, instead of with a bit of plumbago of the 


THE GOLDEN FLEECE, 527 

HH quality, she would have driven it into Freeman’s heart then and 
there. 

Is it no insult,” said she, in a sibilant voice, to talk to me as 
you are doing, when you have just told me that you love another 
woman and are going to meet her?” 

Freeman’s brows gradually knitted themselves in a frown of appar- 
ent perplexity. I must say I don’t understand you,” he observed, 
at length. I am quite sure I have said nothing of the sort. How 
could I ?” 

If you wish to quibble about words, perhaps not. But was not 
that your meaning ?” 

“ No, it wasn’t. You are the only woman who has been in my 
thoughts to-day.” 

“ Mr. Freeman !” 

^^Well?” 

‘‘ You have intimated very clearly that you are engaged — married, 
for aught I know — ^to a woman whom you are now on your way to 
meet ” 

At this point she stopped. Freeman had interrupted her with a 
shout of laughter. 

She had been very pale. She now flushed all over her face, and 
jumped to her feet. 

Sit down,” he said, laying a hand on her dress, and (aided by a 
lurch of the vessel) pulling her into her seat again, “and listen to me. 
And then I shall insist upon an apology. This is too much !” 

“ I shall ask the captain ” 

“ You will not, I promise you. Look here ! When I was in 
Panama, I met there a fellow I used to know in New York. He told 
me that he had recently crossed the continent with Professor Meschines, 
who used to teach geology and botany at Yale College, when he and 
I were students there. The professor had come over partly for the fun 
of the thing, and partly to look for specimens in the line of his pro- 
fession. My friend parted from him at San Francisco : the professor 
was going farther south.” 

“ What has all this to do with the woman who 

“ It has this to do with it, — that the professor is the woman ! He 
is over sixty years old, and has always been a good friend of mine; 
but I am not going to marry him. I am not engaged to him, he is not 
beautiful, nor even fascinating, except in the way of an elderly man 
of science. And he is the only human being, besides yourself, that 
I know or have ever heard of on the Paciflc coast. Now for your 
apology !” 

Grace emitted a long breath, and sank back in her seat, with her 
hands clasped in her lap. She raised her hands and covered her face 
with them. She removed them, sat erect, and bent an open-eyed, intent 
gaze upon her companion. 

After this pantomime, she exclaimed, in the lowest and most 
musical of tones, “Oh! how hateful you are!” Then she cried 
out with animation, “ I believe you did it on purpose !” Finally, she 
sank back again, with a soft laugh and sparkling eyes, at the same 


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528 

time stretching out her right arm towards him and placing her hand 
on his, with a whispered, There, then 

Freeman, accepting the hand for the apology, kissed it, and con- 
tinued to hold it afterwards. 

Am I not a little goose ?” she murmured. 

You certainly are,^^ replied Freeman. 

You mustn’t hold my hand any more.” 

‘^Do you mean to withdraw your apology?” 

“ N — no ; but it doesn’t follow that ” 

Oh, yes, it does. Besides, when a man receives such a delicate, 
refined, graceful, exquisite apology as this,” — here he lifted the hand, 
looked at it critically, and bestowed another kiss upon it, — he would 
be a fool not to make the most of it.” 

‘^Ah, I’m afraid you’re dangerous. You are well named — Free- 
man !” 

My name is Harvey : won’t you call me by it?” 

Oh, I can’t !” 

“ Try ! Would it make it easier if I were to call you by yours?” 

Mine is Miss Parsloe.” 

Pooh ! How can that be your name which you are going to 
change so soon ? When I look at you, I see your name ; when I think 
of you, I say it to myself, — Grace !” 

How do you know I am going to change my name soon — or ever?” 

Whom are you talking to?” 

To you, — Harvey ! Oh !” She snatched her hand away and 
pressed it over her lips. 

How do I know you are beautiful, Grace, and — irresistible?” 

“ But I’m not ! You’re making fun of me ! Besides, I’m twenty.” 

How many times have you been engaged ?” 

Never. Nobody wants to be engaged to a poor girl. Oh me !” 

Do you know what you are made of, Grace ? Fire and flowers ! 
Few men in the world are men enough to be a match for you. But 
what have you been doing with yourself all this time? Why do you 
come to a place like this ?” 

Maybe I had a presentiment that . . . What nonsense we are 
talking ! But what you said reminds me. It’s the strangest coinci- 
dence !” 

What is it?” 

“Your Professor Meschines ” 

“ On the contrary, he is a most matter-of-fact old gentleman.” 

“Do be quiet, and listen to me ! When my mamma was a girl 
in school, there were two boys there, — it was a boy-and -girls’ school, 
—and they were great friends. But they both fell in love with my 
mamma ” 

“ I can understand that,” put in Freeman. 

“ How do you know I am like my mamma ? Well, as I was 
saying, they both fell in love with her, and quarrelled with each other, 
and had a fight. The boy that won the fight is the man to whose 
house I am going.” 

“ Then he didn’t marry your mamma ?” 


THE GOLDEN FLEECE. 529 

Oh, no : that was only a childish affair, and she married another 

man. 

“ The one who got thrashed 

Of course not. But the one who got thrashed is your Professor 
Meschines.’’ 

I see ! The poor old professor I And he has remained a bach- 
elor all his life.^^ 

“ Mamma has often told me the story, and that the Trednoke boy 
went to West Point, and distinguished himself in the Mexican war, 
and married a Mexican woman, and the Meschines boy became a pro- 
fessor in Yale College. And now I am going to see one of them, and 
you to see the other. Isn^t that a coincidence ?” 

“The first of a long series, I trust. Is this West-Pointer a 
permanent settler here?’’ 

“ Yes, for ever so long, — twenty years. He’s a widower, but he 
has a daughter Oh, I know you’ll fall in love with her !” 

“ Is she like you ?” 

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her, or General Trednoke 
either.” 

“ Come to think of it, though, nobody is like you, Grace. Now, 
will you be so good as to apologize again ?” 

“ Don’t you think you’re rather exacting, Harvey?” 

However, the apology was finally repeated, and continued, more 
or less, during the rest of the voyage; and Grace quite forgot that she 
had never made Harvey tell what was really the cause of his coming 
to California. Bnt she, on her side, had a secret. She never allowed 
him to suspect that the past eighteen months of her life had been 
passed as employee in a New York dry-goods store. 


CHAPTER III. 

General Trednoke’s house was built by Spanish missionaries 
in the sixteenth century ; and in its main features it was little altered 
in three hundred years. In a climate where there is no frost, walls 
of adobe last as long as granite. The house consisted, practically, of 
but one story ; for although there were rooms under the roof, they were 
used only for storage ; no one slept in them. The plan of the building 
was not unlike that of a train of railway-cars, — or, it might be more 
appropriate to say, of emigrant- wagons. There was a series of rooms, 
ranged in a line, access to them being had from a narrow corridor, 
which opened on the rear veranda. Several of the rooms also commu- 
nicated directly with each other, and, through low windows, gave on 
the veranda in front ; for the house was merely a comparatively narrow 
array of apartments between two broad verandas, where most of the 
living, including much of the sleeping, was done. 

Logically, there can be nothing uglier than a Spanish-American 
dwelling of this type. But, as a matter of fact, they appear seduc- 
tively beautiful. The thick white walls acquire a certain softness of 
tone ; the surface scales off here and there, and cracks and crevices 
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THE GOLDEN FLEECE. 


appear. In a damp country, like England, they would soon become 
covered with moss ; but moss is not to be had in this region, though 
one were to offer for it the price of the silk velvet, triple ply, which so 
much resembles it. Nevertheless, there are compensations. The soil 
is inexhaustibly fertile, and its fertility expresses itself in the most 
inveterate beauty. Such colors and varieties of flowers exist nowhere 
else, and they continue all the year round. Climbing vines storm the 
walls, and toss their green ladders all over it, for beauty to walk up 
and down. Huge jars, standing on the verandas, emit volcanoes of 
lovely blossoms ; and vases swung from the roof drip and overflow 
with others, as if water had turned to flowers. In the garden, which 
extends over several acres at the front of the house, and, as it were, 
makes it an island in a gorgeous sea of petals, there are roses, almonds, 
oranges, vines, pomegranates, and a hundred rivals whose names are 
unknown to the present historian, marching joyfully and triumphantly 
through the seasons, as the symphony moves through changes along 
its central theme. 

Everything that is not an animal or a mineral seems to be a flower. 
There are too many flowers, — or, rather, there is not enough of any- 
thing else. The faculty of appreciation wearies, and at last ceases to 
take note. It is like conversing with a person whose every word is an 
epigram. The senses have their limitations, and imagination and 
expectation are half of beauty and delight, and the better half: other- 
wise we should have no souls. A single violet, discovered by chance 
in the by-ways of an April forest in New England, gives a pleasure as 
poignant as, and more spiritual than, the miles upon miles of Cali- 
fornian splendors. 

Monotony is the ruling characteristic, — monotony of beauty, monot- 
ony of desolation, monotony even of variety. The glorious blue over- 
head is monotonous: as for the thermometer, it paces up and down 
within the narrowest limits, like a prisoner in his cell, or a meadow- 
lark hopping to and fro in a seven-inch cage. The plan and aspect 
of the buildings are monotonous, and so is the way of life of those 
who inhabit them. Fortunately, the sun does rise and set in Southern 
California : otherwise life there would be at an absolute stand-still, 
with no past and no future. But, as it is, one can look forward to 
morning, and remember the evening. 

Then, there are the not infrequent but seldom very destructive 
earthquakes ; the occasional cloud-bursts and tornadoes, sudden and 
violent as a gunpowder-explosion ; and, finally, the astounding contrast 
between the fertile regions and the desert. There are places where 
you can stand with one foot planted in everlasting sterility and the 
other in immortal verdure. In the midst of an arid and hopeless 
waste, you come suddenly upon the brink of a narrow ravine, sharply 
define<l as if cut out with an axe, and packed to the brim with en- 
chanting and voluptuous fertility. Or you will come upon mountains 
which sweep upward out of burning death into sumptuous life. When 
the monotony of life meets the monotony of death. Southern California 
becomes a land of contrasts; and the contrasts themselves become 
monotonous. 


THE GOLDEN FLEECE. 


531 


General Trednoke’s ranch was very near the borders of these two 
mighty forces. An hour’s easy ride would carry him to a region as 
barren and apparently as irreclaimable as that through which Childe 
Roland journeyed in quest of the Dark Tower; lying, too, in a tem- 
perature so fiery that it coagulated the blood in the veins, and stopped 
the beating of the heart. Underfoot were fine dust, and whitened 
bones ; the air was prismatic and magical, ever conjuring up phantom 
pictures, whose characteristic was that they were at the farthest remove 
from any possible reality. The azure sky descended and became a 
lake; the pulsations of the atmosphere translated themselves into the 
rhythmic lapse of waves; spikes of sage-brush and blades of cactus 
became sylvan glades, and hamlets cheerful with inhabitants. Only, 
all was silent ; and as you drew near, the scene trembled, altered, and 
was gone ! 

Hideous black lizards and horned toads crawl and hop amid this 
desolation ; and the deadly little sidewinder rattlesnake lies basking in 
the blaze of sunshine, which it distils into venom. Sometimes the level 
plain is broken up into savage ridges and awful cations, along whose 
arid bottoms no water streams. As you stagger through their chaotic 
bottoms, you see vast boulders poised overhead, tottering to a fall ; a 
shiver of earthquake, a breath of hurricane, and they come crashing 
and splintering in destruction down. Along the sides of these acclivi- 
ties extend long, level lines and furrows, marks of where the ocean 
flowed ages ago. But sometimes the hills are but accumulations of 
desert dust, which shift slowly from place to place under the action of 
the wind, melting away here to be re-erected yonder; mounding them- 
selves, perhaps, above a living and struggling human being, to move 
forward, anon, leaving where he was a little heap of withered bones. 
A fearful place is this broad abyss, where once murmured the waters 
of a prehistoric sea. Let us return to the cool and fragrant security of 
the general’s ranch. 

At right angles to the main body of the house extend two wings, 
thus forming three sides of a square, the interior of which is the court- 
yard. Here the business of the establishment is conducted. It is the 
liveliest spot on the premises ; though it is liveliness of a very indolent 
sort. The veranda built around these sides is twenty feet in breadth, 
paved with tiles that have been worn into hollows by innumerable lazy 
footsteps, mostly shoeless, for this side of the house is frequented chiefly 
by the servants of the place, who are Mexican Indians. Ancient 
wooden settles are bolted to the walls ; from hooks hang Indian baskets 
of bright colors ; in one corner are stretched raw hides, which serve 
as beds. Small brown children, half naked, trot, clamber, and crawl 
about. Black-haired, swarthy women squat on the tiled floor, pursuing 
their vocations, or, often, doing nothing at all beyond continuing a 
placid organic existence. Boys and men saunter in and out of the 
court-yard, chatting or calling in their musical patois ; once in a while 
there is a thud and clatter of hoofs, a rider arriving or departing. It 
is an entertaining scene, charming in its monotony of small changes and 
evolutions ; you can sit watching it in a half-doze for twenty years at a 
stretch, and it may seem only as many minutes, or wee versa. 


532 


THE GOLDEN FLEECE. 


Most of the rooms in the wings are used for the kitcliens and other 
servants’ quarters ; but one large chamber is devoted to a special pur- 
pose of the general’s own : it is a museum ; the Curiositj-Room, he calls 
it. It is lighted by two windows opening on opposite sides, one on the 
court-yard, the other on an orange grove at the south end of the house. 
Besides being, in itself, a cool and pleasant spot, it is full of interest to 
any one who cares about the relics and antiquities of an ancient and 
vanishing race, concerning whom little is or ever will be known. There 
are two students in it at this moment ; though whether they are studying 
antiquities is another matter. Let us give ear to their discourse and be 
instructed. 

But this was made for you to wear, Miss Trednoke. Try it. It 
fits you perfectly, you see. There can be no doubt about your being a 
princess, now !” 

I sometimes feel it, — here !” she said, putting her hand on her 
bosom. She was looking at him as she said it, but her eyes, instead of 
any longer meeting his, seemed to turn their regard inward, and to 
traverse strange regions, not of this world. I see some one who is 
myself, though I can never have been she : she is surrounded with 
brightness, and people not like ours ; she thinks of things that I have 
never known. It is the memory of a dream, I suppose,” she added, 
in another tone. 

Heredity is a queer thing. You may be Aztecan over again, in 
mind and temperament; and every one knows how impressions are 
transmitted. If features and traits of character, why not particular 
thoughts and feelings?” 

I think it is better not to try to explain these things,” said she, 
with the unconscious haughtiness which maidens acquire )vho have not 
seen the world and are adored by their family. They are great mys- 
teries, — or else nothing.” She now removed from her head the curious 
cap or helmet, ornamented with gold and with the green feathers of the 
humming-bird, which her companion had crowned her with, and hung 
it on its nail in the cabinet. Perhaps the thoughts came with the 
cap,” she remarked, smiling slightly. I don’t feel that way any 
more. I ought not to have spoken of it.” 

I hope the time will come when you will feel that you may trust 

me.” 

You seem easy to know, Mr. Freeman,” she replied, looking at 
him contemplatively as she spoke, and yet you are not. There is one 
of you that thinks, and another that speaks. And you are not the 
same to my father, or to Professor Meschines, that you are to me.” 

What is the use of human beings except to take one out of one’s 
self?” 

But it is not your real self that comes out,” said Miriam, after 
a little pause. She never spoke hurriedly, or until after the coming 
speech had passed into her face. 

Freeman laughed. Well,” he said, “ if I’m a hypocrite, I’m one 
of those who are made and not born. As a boy, I was frank enough. 
But a good part of my life has been spent with people who couldn’t be 
trusted ; and perhaps the habit of protecting myself against them has 


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grown upon me. If I could only live here for a while it would be 
different. — Here’s an odd-looking thing. What do you call that?” 

“We call it the Golden Fleece.” 

“ The Golden Fleece ! I can imagine a Medea ; but where is the 
Dragon ?” 

“ If Jason came, the Dragon might appear.” 

“ I remember reading somewhere that the Dragon was less to be 
feared than Medea’s eyes. But this fleece seems to have lost most of 
its gold. There is only a little gold embroidery.” 

“ It shows where the gold is hidden.” 

“ It’s you that are concealing something now, Miss Trednoke. How 
can a woollen garment be a talisman ?” 

“ The secret might be woven into it, perhaps,” replied Miriam, 
passing her fingers caressingly over the soft tunic. “ Then, when the 

right person puts it on, it would But you don’t believe in these 

things.” 

“ I don’t know : you don’t give me a chance. But who is the 
right person? The thing seems rather small. I’m sure I couldn’t 
get it on.” 

“ It can fit only the one it was made for,” said Miriam, gravely. 
“ And if you wanted to find the gold, you would trust to your science, 
rather than to this.” 

“ Well, gold-hunting is not in my line, at present. Every nugget 
has been paid for more than once, before it is found. Besides, there is 
something better than gold in Southern California, — something worth 
any labor to get.” 

“What is it?” asked Miriam, turning her tranquil regard upon 
him. 

Harvey Freeman had never been deficient in audacity. But, 
standing in the dark radiance of this maiden’s eyes, his self-assurance 
dwindlS, and he could not bring himself to say to her what he would 
have said to any other pretty woman he had ever met. For he felt 
that great pride and passion were concealed beneath that tranquil 
surface : it was a nature that might give everything to love, and would 
never pardon any frivolous parody thereof. Freeman had been ac- 
quaint^ with Miriam scarcely two days, but he had already begun to 
perceive the main indications of a character which a lifetime might not 
be long enough wholly to explore. Marriage had never been among 
the enterprises he had, in the course of his career, proposed to himself : 
he did not propose it now : yet he dared not risk the utterance of a 
word that would lead Miriam to look at him with an offended or con- 
temptuous glance. It was not that she was, from the merely physical 
point of view, transcendently beautiful. His first impression of her, 
indeed, had been that she was merely an unusually good example of a 
type by no means rare in that region. But ere long he became sensible 
of a spiritual quality in her which lifted her to a level far above that 
which can be attained by mere harmony of features and proportions. 
Beneath the outward aspect lay a profound depth of being, glimpses of 
which were occasionally discernible through her eyes, in the tones of 
her voice, in her smile, in unconscious movements of her hands and 


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limbs. Demonstrative she could never be; but she could, at will, 
feel with tropical intensity, and act with the swiftness and energy of 
a fanatic. 

In Miriam’s company. Freeman forgot every one save her, — even 
himself, — though she certainly made no effort to attract him or (beyond 
the commonplaces of courtesy) to interest him. Consequently, he had 
become entirely oblivious of the existence of such a person as Grace 
Parsloe, when, much to his irritation, he heard the voice of that young 
lady, mingled with others, approaching along the veranda. At the same 
moment he experienced acute regret at the whim of fortune which had 
made himself and that sprightly young lady fellow- passengers from 
Panama, and at the idle impulse which had prompted him to flirt with 
her. 

But the past was beyond remedy ; it was his concern to deal with 
the present. In a few seconds, Grace entered the curiosity-room, 
followed by Professor Meschines, and by a dashing young Mexican 
senor, whom Freeman had met the previous evening, and who was 
called Don Miguel de Mendoza. The seilor, to judge from his manner, 
had already fallen violently in love with Grace, and was almost dislo- 
cating his organs of speech in the effort to pay her romantic compli- 
ments in English. Freeman observed this with unalloyed satisfaction. 
But the look which Grace bent upon him and Miriam, on entering, 
and the ominous change which passed over her mobile countenance, 
went far to counteract this agreeable impression. 

One story is good until another is told. Freeman had really 
thought Grace a fascinating girl, until he saw Miriam. There was no 
harm in that : the trouble was, he had allowed Grace to perceive his 
admiration. He had already remarked that she was a creature of vio- 
lent extremes, tempered, but not improved, by a thin polish of subtlety. 
She was now about to give an illustration of the passion of jealousy. 
But it was not her jealousy that Freeman minded : it was the prospect 
of Miriam’s scorn when she should surmise that he had given Grace 
cause to be jealous. Miriam was not the sort of character to enter into 
a competition with any other woman about a lover. He would lose 
her before he had a chance to try to win her. 

But fortune proved rather more favorable than Freeman expected, 
or, perhaps, than he deserved. Grace’s attack was too impetuous. She 
stopped just inside the threshold, and said, in an imperious tone, Come 
here, Mr. Freeman : I wish to speak to you.” 

Thank you,” he replied, resolving at once to widen the breach to 
the utmost extent possible, “ I am otherwise engaged.” 

Upon my word,” observed the professor, with a chuckle, “ you’re 
no diplomatist, Harvey! What are you two about here? Investi- 
gating antiquities ?” 

“ The remains of ancient Mexico are more interesting than some of 
her recent products,” returned Freeman, who wished to quarrel with 
somebody, and had promptly decided that Senor Don Miguel de Men- 
doza was the most available person. He bowed to the latter as he spoke. 

You — a — spoken to me?” said the senor, stepping forward with 
a polite grimace. “ I no to quite comprehend ” 


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Pray don’t exert yourself to converse with me out of your own 
language, seilor,” interrupted Freeman, in Spanish. I was just 
remarking that the Spaniards seem to have degenerated greatly since 
they colonized Mexico.” 

^‘Seinor !” exclaimed Don Miguel, stiffening and staring. 

Of course,” added Freeman, smiling benevolently upon him, I 
judge only from such specimens of the modern Mexican as I happen to 
meet with.” 

Don Miguel’s sallow countenance turned greenish white. But, 
before he could make a reply, Meschines, who scented mischief in the 
air, and divined that the gentler sex must somehow be at the bottom 
of it, struck in. 

^‘You may consider yourself lucky, Harvey, in making the ac- 
quaintance of a gentleman like Senor de Mendoza, who exemplifies 
the undimmed virtues of Cortez and Torquemada. For my part, I 
brought him here in the hope that he might be able to throw some light 
on the mystery of this embroidered garment, which I see you’ve been 
examining. — What do you say, Don Miguel ? Have these designs any 
significance beyond mere ornament ? Anything in the nature of hiero- 
glyphics ?” 

The senor was obliged to examine, and to enter into a discussion, 
though, of course, his ignorance of the subject in dispute was as the 
depths of that abyss which has no bottom. Miriam, who was not fond 
of Don Miguel, but who felt constrained to exceptional courtesy in view 
of Freeman’s unwarrantable attack upon him, stood beside him and the 
professor ; and Freeman and Grace were thus left to fight it out with 
each other. 

But Grace had drawn her own conclusions from what had passed. 
Freeman had insulted Don Miguel. Wherefore ? Obviously, it could 
only be because he thought that she was flirting with him. In other 
words. Freeman was jealous ; and to be jealous is to love. Now, Grace 
was so constituted that, though she did not like to play second fiddle 
herself, yet she had no objection to monopolizing all the members of 
the male species who might happen, at a given moment, to be in sight. 

She had, consequently, already forgiven Freeman for his apparent 
unfaithfulness to her, by reason of his manifest jealousy of Don Miguel. 
As a matter of fact, he was not jealous, and he was unfaithful ; but fate 
had decreed that there should be, for the moment, a game of cross- 
purposes ; and the decrees of fate are incorrigible. 

I had no idea you were so savage,” she said, softly. 

“ I’m not savage,” replied Freeman. I am bored.” 

Well, I don’t know as I can blame you,” said Grace, still more 
softly : she fancied he was referring to Miriam. I don’t much like 
Spanish mixtures myself.” 

One has to take what one can get,” said Freeman, referring to 
Don Miguel. 

But it’s all right now,” rejoined she, meaning that Freeman and 
herself were reconciled after their quarrel. 

If you are satisfied, I am,” observed Freeman, too indifferent to 
care what she meant. 


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^‘Only, you mustn^t take that poor young man too seriously/^ she 
went on : these Mexicans are absurdly demonstrative, but they don^t 
mean anything.” 

He won^t, if he values his skin,” said Freeman, meaning that if 
Don Miguel attempted to interfere between himself and Miriam he 
would wring his neck. 

He won’t, I promise you,” said Grace, sparkling with pleasure. 

“ I don’t quite see how you can help it,” returned Freeman. 

‘‘ I should hope I could manage a creature like that !” murmured 
she, smiling. 

Well,” said Freeman, after a pause, — for Grace’s seeming change 
of attitude puzzled him a little, — I’m glad you look at it that way. 
I don’t wish to be meddled with ; that’s all.” 

‘‘You shan’t be,” she whispered; and then, just when they were 
approaching the point where their eyes might have been opened, in 
came General Trednoke. The group round the Golden Fleece broke 

The general wore his riding-dress, and his bearing was animated, 
though he was covered with dust. 

“ I was wondering what had become of you all,” he said, as the 
others gathered about him. “ I have been taking a canter to the 
eastward. Kamaiakan said this morning that one of the boys had 
brought news of a cloud-burst in that direction. I rode far enough 
to ascertain that there has really been something of the kind, and I 
think it has affected the arroyo on the farther side of the little sierra. 
Now, I don’t know how you gentlemen feel, but it occurred to me 
that it might be interesting to make up a little party of exploration 
to-morrow. Would you like to try it, Meschines?” 

“ To be sure I should !” the professor replied. “ I imagine I can 
stand as much of the desert as you can ! And I want to catch a 
sidewinder.” 

“ Good ! And you, Mr. Freeman ?” 

“It would suit me exactly,” said the latter. “In fact, I had 
been intending to gratify my curiosity by making some such expedition 
on my own account.” 

“ Ah !” said the general, eying him with some intentness. “ Well, 
we may be able to show you something more curious than you antici- 
pate. — And now, Seiior de Mendoza, there is only yon left. May we 
count on your company into the desert ?” 

But the Mexican, wdth a bow and a grimace, excused himself. 
Scientific curiosity was an unknown emotion to him ; but he foresaw 
an opportunity to have Grace all to himself, and he meant to improve 
it. He also wished leisure to think over some plan for getting rid of 
Seflor Freeman, in whom he scented a rival, and who, whether a rival 
or not, had behaved to him with a lack of consideration in the pres- 
ence of ladies. 


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CHAPTER IV. 

General Trednoke’s household went early to bed. As there 
was more accommodation in the old house than sufficed for its present 
inhabitants, it followed that each of them had a regal allowance of 
rooms. And when Grace Parsloe became one of the occupants, she 
was allotted two commodious apartments at the extremity of the left 
wing. They communicated, through long windows, with the veranda 
in front, and by means of doors with the passage, or hall, traversing 
the house from end to end. If, therefore, she happened to be sleepless, 
she might issue forth into the garden, and wander about there without 
let or hinderance until she was ready to accept the wooing of the god 
of dreams ; or, if supernatural terrors daunted her, she could in a 
few seconds transfer herself and her fears to Miriam^s chamber, which 
occupied the same position in the right wing that hers did in the left. 

The night, as is customary in that climate, where the atmosphere 
is pure and evaporation rapid, was cool and still. By ten o^clock 
there was no sound to indicate that any person was awake ; though, to 
an acute ear, the rise and fall of regular breathing, or even an occa- 
sional snore, might have given evidence of slumber. At the back of 
the house, the Indian retainers were lapped in silence. They were 
a harmless people, — somewhat disposed, perhaps, to small pilferings, 
in an amiable and loyal way, but incapable of anything seriously 
criminal. There were no locks on the doors, and most of them stood 
ajar. Tramps and burglars were unknown. 

Miriam, having put on her night-dress, stood a few minutes at her 
window, gazing out on the soft darkness of the garden. All there was 
peacefulness and fragrance. The leaves of the plants hung motionless ; 
the blossoms seemed to hush themselves to the enjoyment of their own 
sweetness. The sky was clear, but there was no moon. A beautiful 
planet, however, bright enough to cast a shadow, hung in the south- 
western sky, and its mysterious light touched Miriam’s face, and cast 
a dim rectangle of radiance on the white matting that carpeted the 
floor of her room. It was the planet Venus, — the star of love. 
Miriam thought it would be a pleasant place to live in. But one need 
not journey to Venus to find a world where love is the ruling passion. 
Circumstances over which she has no control may cause such a world 
to come into existence in a girl’s heart. 

She left the window at last, and got into bed, where she soon pre- 
sented an image of perfect repose. Meanwhile, in a dark corner of 
the court-yard at the rear, a dark, pyramidal object abode without 
motion. It might have been taken for a heap of blankets piled up 
there. But if you examined it more narrowly you would have detected 
in it the vague outlines of a human figure, squatting on its haunches, 
with its head resting on its knees, and its arms clasped round them, — 
somewhat as figures sit in Egyptian hieroglyphics, or like Aztecan 
mummies in the tomb. So still was it, it might itself have been a 
mummy. But ever and anon a blinking of the narrow eyes in the 
bronze countenance told that it was no mummy, but a living creature. 
In fact, it was none other than the aged and austere Kamaiakan, who, 


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for reasons best known to himself, chose to spend the hours usually 
devoted to rest in an attitude that no European or white American 
could have maintained with comfort longer than five minutes. 

An hour — two hours — passed away. Then Kaiuaiakan noiselessly 
arose, peered about him cautiously for a few moments, and {)assed out 
of the court-yard through the open gate. He turned to the left, and, 
stealing beneath Miriam’s windows, paused there for an instant and 
made certain gestures with his arms. Anon he continued his way to 
the garden, and was soon concealed by the thick shrubbery. 

History requires us to follow him. The garden extended westward, 
and was quite a spacious enclosure : one not familiar with its winding 
paths might easily lose himself there on a dark night. But Kamai- 
akan knew where he was going, and the way thither. He now stalked 
along more swiftly, taking one turn after another, brushing aside the 
low-hanging boughs, and passing the loveliest flowers without a glance. 
He was as one preoccupied with momentous business. Presently he 
arrived at a small open space, remote and secluded. It was completely 
surrounded by tall shrubbery. In the centre was a basin of stone, 
evidently very ancient, filled to the brim with the clear water of a 
spring, which bubbled up from the bottom, and, overflowing by way 
of a gap in the edge, became a small rivulet, which stole away in the 
direction of the sea. Across the slightly undulating surface of the 
basin trembled the radiance of the star. 

Kamaiakan knelt down beside it, and, bending over, gazed intently 
into the water. Presently he dipped his hands in it, and sprinkled 
shining drops over his own gaunt person, and over the ground in the 
vicinity of the spring. He made strange movements with his arms, 
bowed his head and erected it again, and traced curious figures on the 
ground with his finger. It appeared as if the venerable Indian had 
solemnly lost his senses and had sought out this lonely spot to indulge 
the vagaries of his insanity. If so, his silence and deliberation aflbrded 
an example worthy of consideration by other lunatics. 

Suddenly he ceased his performance, and held himself in a listening 
attitude. A light, measured sound was audible, accompanied by the 
rustling of leaves. It came nearer. There was a glimpse of whiteness 
through the interstices of the surrounding foliage, and then a slender 
figure, clad in close-fitting raiment, entered the little circle. It wore a 
sort of tunic, reaching half-way to the knees, and leggings of the same 
soft, grayish-white material. The head was covered with a sort of 
hood, which left only the face exposed ; and this too might be covered 
by a species of veil or mask, which, however, was now fastened back 
on the head -piece, after the manner of a visor. The front of the tunic 
was embroidered with fantastic devices in gold thread, brightened here 
and there with precious stones; and other devices appeared on the 
hood. The face of this figure was pale and calm, with great dark eyes 
beneath black brows. The stature was no greater than that of a lad 
of fifteen, but the bearing was composed and dignified. The con- 
tours of the figure, however, even as seen by that dim light, were those 
of neither a boy nor a man. The wearer of the tunic was a girl, just 
rounding into womanhood, and the face was the face of Miriam. 


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539 


Yet it was not by this name that Kamaiakan addressed her. After 
making a deep obeisance, touching his hand to her foot and then to his 
own forehead and breast, he said, in a language that was neither Spanish 
nor such as the modern Indians of Mexico use, — 

Welcome, Semitzin ! May this night be the beginning of high 
things 

“ I am ready,” replied the other, in a soft and low voice, but with 
a certain stateliness of utterance unlike the usual manner of General 
Trednoke’s daughter : I was glad to hear you call, and to see again 
the stars and the earth. Have you anything to tell ?” 

There are events which may turn to our harm, most revered 
princess. The master of this house ” 

“ Why do you not call him my father, Kamaiakan ?” interposed 
the other. “ He is indeed the father of this mortal body which I wear, 
which (as you tell me) bears the name of Miriam. Besides, are not 
Miriam and I united by the thread of descent ?” 

“ Something of the spirit that is you dwells in her also,” said the 
Indian. 

“ And does she know of it ?” 

At times, my princess ; but only as one remembers a dream.” 

I wish I might converse with her and instruct her in the truth,” 
said the princess. And she, in turn, might speak to me of things 
that perplex me. I live and move in this mortal world, and yet (you 
tell me) three centuries have passed since what is called my death. To 
me it seems as if I had but slept through a night, and were awake 
again. Nor can I tell what has happened — what my life and thoughts 
have been — during this long lapse of time. Yet it must be that I live 
another life : I cannot rest in extinction. Three times you have called me 
forth ; yet whence I come hither, or whither I return, is unknown to me.” 

“ There is a memory of the spirit,” replied Kamaiakan, and a 
memory of the body. They are separate, and cannot communicate with 
each other. Such is the law.” 

Yet I remember, as if it were yesterday, the things that were 
done when Montezuma was king. And well do I remember you, Ka- 
maiakan !” 

It is true I live again, princess, though not in the flesh and bones 
that died with you in the past. But in the old days I was acquainted 
with mysteries, and learnt the secrets of the world of spirits ; and this 
science still remained with me after the change, so that I was able to 
know that I was I, and that you could be recalled to speak with me 
through the tongue of Miriam. But there are some things that I do 
not know; and it is for that I have been bold to summon you.” 

What can I tell you that can be of use to you in this present life, 
Kamaiakan, when all whom we knew and loved are gone ?” 

To you only, Semitzin, is known the place of concealment of the 
treasure which, in the old times, you and I hid in the desert. I indeed 
remember the event, and somewhat of the region of the hiding ; but I 
cannot put my hand upon the very spot. I have tried to discover it ; 
but when I approach it my mind becomes confused between the present 
and the past, and I am lost.” 


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THE GOLDEN FLEECE. 


I remember it well,” said Semitzin. “We rode across the desert, 
carrying the treasure on mules. The air was still, and the heat very 
heavy. The desert descended in a great hollow : you told me it was 
where, in former days, the ocean had been. At last there were rocky 
hills before us ; we rode towards a great rock shaped like the pyramid 
on which the sacrifices were held in Tenochtitlan. We passed round 
its base, and entered a deep and narrow valley, that seemed to have been 

ploughed out of the heart of the earth and to descend into it. Then 

But what is it you wish to do with this treasure, Kamaiakan ?” 

“ It belongs to your race, princess, and was hidden that the mur- 
derers of Montezuma might not seize it. I was bound by an oath, 
after the peril was past, to restore it to the rightful owners. But 
our country remained under the rule of the conquerors ; and my life 
went out. But now the conquerors have been conquered in their turn, 
and Miriam is the last inheritor of your blood. When I have delivered 
to her this trust, my work will be done, and I can return to the world 
which you inhabit. The time is come ; and only by your help can the 
restitution be made.” 

“ Was there, then, a time fixed ?” 

“ The stars tell me so. And other events make it certain that there 
must be no delay. The general has it in mind to discover the gates 
through which the waters under-ground may arise and again form the 
sea which flowed hereabouts in the ancient times. Now, this sea will 
fill the ravine in which the treasure lies, and make it forever unattain- 
able. A youth has also come here who is skilled in the sciences, and 
whom the general will ask to help him in the thing he is to attempt.” 

“ Who is this youth ?” asked Semitzin. 

“ He is of the new people who inherit this land : his name is 
Freeman.” 

“ There is something in me — I know not what — that seems to tell 
me I have been near such a one. Can it be so ?” 

“ The other self, who now sleeps, knows of him,” replied the ancient 
Indian. “ He is a well-looking youth, and I think he has a desire 
towards her we call Miriam.” 

“ And does she love him ?” inquired the princess. 

“ A maiden’s heart is a riddle, even to herself,” said Kamaiakan. 

“ But there is a sympathy that makes me feel her heart in my own,” 
rejoined Semitzin. “ Love is a thing that pierces through time, and 
through barriers which separate the mind and memory of the past from 
the present. I — as you know, Kamaiakan — was never wedded ; the 
fate of our people, and my early end, kept that from me. But the 
thought of that youth is here,” — she put her hand on her bosom, — “ and 
it seems to me that, were we to meet, I should know him. Perhaps, 
were that to be, Miriam and I might thus come to be aware of each 
other, and live henceforth one life.” 

“ Such matters are beyond my knowledge,” said the Indian, shaking 
his head. “ The gods know what will be. It is for us, now, to regain 
the treasure. Are you willing, my princess, to accompany me thither ?” 

“ I am ready. Shall it be now ?” 

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The place is but a ride of two or three hours from here. None must 
know of our departure, for there are some here whom I do not trust. 
We must go by night. You will wear the garments you now have on, 
without which all might miscarry.’’ 

‘‘ How can the garments affect the result, Kamaiakan ?” 

“ A powerful spell is laid upon them, princess. Moreover, the char- 
acters wrought upon them, with gold thread and jewels, are mystical, 
and the substance of the garment itself has a virtue to preserve the 
wearer from evil. It is the same that was worn by you when the 
treasure was hidden ; and it may be, Semitzin, that without its magic 
aid your spirit could not know itself in this world as now it can.” 

As he spoke the last words, a low sound, wandering and muttering 
with an inward note, came palpitating on their ears through the night 
air. It seemed to approach from no direction that could be identified, 
yet it was at first remote, and then came nearer, and in a moment 
trembled around them, and shivered in the solid earth beneath their 
feet ; and in another instant it had passed on, and was subdued slowly 
into silence in the shadowy distance. No one who has once heard that 
sound can mistake it for any other, or ever can forget it. The air had 
suddenly become close and tense; and now a long breeze swept like a 
sigh through the garden, dying away in a long-drawn wail ; and out of 
the west came a hollow murmur, like that of a mighty wave breaking 
upon the shore of the ocean. 

The earthquake !” whispered Kamaiakan, rising to his feet. And 
then he pointed to the stone basin. Look ! the spring !” 

It is gone !” exclaimed Semitzin. 

And, in truth, the water, with a strange, sucking noise, disappeared 
through the bottom of the basin, leaving the glistening cavity which 
had held it, green with slimy water-weed, empty. 

The time is near, indeed !” muttered the Indian. The second 
shock may cause the waters from which this spring came to rise as no 
living man has seen them rise, and make the sea return, and the treas- 
ure be lost. In a few days all may be over. But you, princess, must 
vanish : though the shock was but slight, some one might be awakened ; 
and were you to be discovered, our plans might go wrong.” 

Must I depart so soon ?” said Semitzin, regretfully. The earth 
is beautiful, Kamaiakan : the smell of the flowers is sweet, and the 
stars in the sky are bright. To feel myself alive, to breathe, to walk, 
to see, are sweet. Perhaps I have no other conscious life than this. I 
would like to remain as I am : I would like to see the sun shine, and 
to hear the birds sing, and to see the men and women who live in this 
age. Is there no way of keeping me here ?” 

“ I cannot tell ; it may be, — ^but it must not be now, Semitzin,” the 
old man replied, with a troubled look. The ways of the gods are 
not our ways. She whose body you inhabit — she has her life to live.” 

“ But is that girl more worthy to live than I ? You have called 
me into being again : you have made me know how pleasant this world 
is. Miriam sleeps: she need never know; she need never awake 
again. You were faithful to me in the old time: have you more care 
for her than for me ? I feel all the power and thirst of youth in me ; 


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the gods did not let me live out my life : may they not intend that I 
shall take it up again now? Besides, I wear Miriam’s body: could I 
not seem to others to be Miriam indeed ? How could they guess the 
truth ?” 

will think of what you say, princess,” said Kamaiakan. 
‘^Something may perhaps be done; but it must be done gradually: 
you would need much instruction in the ways of the new world before 
you could safely enter into its life. Leave that to me. I am loyal as 
ever : is it not to fulfil the oath made to you that I am here? and what 
would Miriam be to me, were she not your inheritor? Be satisfied for 
the present : in a few days we will meet and speak again.” 

“ The power is yours, Kamaiakan : it is well to argue, when with 
a word you can banish me forever ! Yet what if I were to say that, 
unless you consent to the thing I desire, I will not show you where the 
treasure lies?” 

Princess Semitzin !” exclaimed the Indian, remember that it is 
not against me, but against the gods, that you would contend. The 
gods know that I have no care for treasure. But they will not forgive 
a broken oath ; and they will not hold that one guiltless through whom 
it is brought to naught !” 

Well, we shall meet again,” answered Semitzin, after a pause. 
“ But do you remember that you, too, are not free from responsibility 
in this matter. You have called me back : see to it that you do me 
justice.” She waved her hands with a gesture of adieu, turned, and 
left the enclosure. Kamaiakan sank down again beside the empty bowl 
of the fountain. 

Semitzin returned along the path by which she had come, towards 
the house. As she turned round one of the corners, she saw a man’s 
figure before her, strolling slowly along in the same direction in which 
she was going. In a few moments he heard her light footfall, and, 
facing about, confronted her. She continued to advance until she was 
within arm’s reach of him : then she paused, and gazed steadfastly in 
his face. He was the first human being, save Kamaiakan, that she had 
seen since her eyes closed upon the world of Tenochtitlan, three hun- 
dred years before. 

The young man looked upon her with manifest surprise. It was 
too dark to distinguish anything clearly, but it did not take him long 
to surmise that the figure was that of a woman, and her countenance, 
though changed in aspect by the head-dress she wore, yet had features 
which, he knew, he had seen before. But could it be Miriam Trednoke 
who was abroad at such an hour and in such a costume ? He did not 
recognize the Golden Fleece, but it was evident enough that she was 
clad as women are not. 

Before he could think of anything to say to her, she smiled, and 
uttered some words in a soft, flowing language with which he was 
entirely unacquainted. The next moment she had glided past him, and 
was out of sight round the curve of the path, leaving him in a state 
of perplexity not altogether gratifying. 

What the deuce can it mean ?” he muttered to himself. I can’t 
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as if she recognized me. What can she be doing out here at midnight? 
I suppose it’s none of my business : in fact, she might very reasonably 
ask the same question of me. And if I were to tell her that I had 
only ridden over to spend a sentimental hour beneath her window, what 
would she say? If she answered in the same lingo she used just 
now, I should be as wise as before. After all, it may have been some- 
body else. The image in my mind projected itself on her countenance. 
I certainly must be in love ! I almost wish I’d never come here. 
This complication about the general’s irrigating scheme makes it awk- 
ward. I’m bound not to explain things to him ; and yet, if I don’t, 
and he discovers (as he can’t help doing) what I am here for, nothing 
will persuade him that I haven’t been playing a double game; and 
that would not be a promising preliminary towards becoming a member 
of his family. If Miriam were only Grace, now, it would be plain 
sailing. Hello ! who’s this ? Seilor Don Miguel, as I’m a sinner ! 
What is he up to, pray ? Can this be the explanation of Miriam’s 
escapade? I have a strong desire to blow a hole through that fellow ! 
— Buenos noches, Senor de Mendoza ! I am enchanted to have the 
unexpected honor of meeting you.” 

Seflor de Mendoza turned round, disagreeably startled. It is only 
fair to explain that he had not come hither with any lover-like designs 
towards Miriam. Grace was the magnet that had drawn his steps to 
the Trednokes’ garden, and the truth is that that enterprising young 
lady was not without a suspicion that he might turn up. Could this 
information have been imparted to Freeman, it would have saved much 
trouble ; but, as it was, not only did he jump to the conclusion that 
Don Miguel was his rival (and, seemingly, a not unsuccessful one), but 
a similar misgiving as to Freeman’s purposes towards Grace found its 
way into the heart of the Spaniard. It was a most perverse trick of 
fate. 

The two men contemplated each other, each after his own fashion : 
Don Miguel pale, glaring, bristling; Freeman smiling, insolent, hec- 
toring. 

“ Why are you here, seiior?” demanded the former, at length. 

‘^Partly, seiior, because such is my pleasure. Partly, to inform 
you that your presence here offends me, and to humbly request you to 
be off.” 

Seiior, this is an impertinence.” 

Seiior, one is not impertinent to prowling greasers. One admon- 
ishes them, and, if they do not obey, one chastises them.” 

“Do you talk of chastising Don Miguel de Mendoza? Seiior, I 
will wash out that insult in your blood !” 

“ Excellent ! It is at your service for the taking. But, lest we 
disturb the repose of our friends yonder, let us seek a more convenient 
spot. I noticed a very pretty little glade on the right as I rode over 
here. You are armed ? Good ! we will have this little affair adjusted 
within half an hour. Yonder star — the planet of love, senor — shall 
see fair play. Andamos 


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CHAPTER V. 

Having aionnted their steeds, the two sanguinary youn^ gentlemen 
rode onwards, side by side, but in silence ; for the souls ot those who 
have resolved to slay each other find small delight in vain conversation. 
Moreover, there is that in the conscious proximity of death which 
stimulates to thought much more than to speech. But Freeman pre- 
served an outward demeanor of complacent calm, as one who doubts 
not, nor dreads, the issue ; and, indeed, this was not the first time by 
many that he had taken his life in his hand and brought it unscathed 
through dangers. Don Miguel, on the other hand, was troubled in 
spirit, and uneasy in the fiesh. He was one soon hot and soon cold ; and 
this long, ride to the decisive event went much against his stomach. If 
the conflict had taken place there in the garden, while the fire of the insult 
was yet scorching him, he could have fought it out with good will ; but 
now the night air seemed chiller and chiller, and its frigidity crept into 
his nerves : he doubted of the steadiness of his aim, bethought himself 
that the darkness was detrimental to accurate shooting, and wondered 
whether Sefior Freeman would think it necessary to fight across a 
handkerchief. He could not help regretting, too, that the quarrel had 
not been occasioned by some more definite and satisfactory provoca- 
tion, — something which merely to think of would steel the heart to 
irrevocable murderousness. But no blow had passed ; even the words, 
though bitter to swallow, had been wrapt in the phrases of courtesy ; 
and perhaps the whole affair was the result of some misapprehen- 
sion. He stole a look at the face of his companion ; and the latter’s 
air of confident and cheerful serenity made him feel worse than ever. 
Was he being brought out here to be butchered for nothing, — he, Don 
Miguel de Mendoza, who had looked forward to many pleasures in this 
life? It was too bad. It was true, the fortune of war might turn the 
other way; but Don Miguel was aware of a sensation in his bones 
which made this hope weak. 

At length Freeman drew rein and glanced around him. They were 
in a lonely and — Don Miguel thought — a most desolate and unattractive 
spot. An open space of about half an acre was bounded on one side by 
a growth of wild mustard, whose slender stalks rose to more than the 
height of a man’s head. On the other side was a grove of live-oak ; 
and in front, the ground fell away in a rugged, bush-grown declivity. 

It strikes me that this is just about what we want,” remarked 
Freeman, in his full, cheerful tones. We are half a mile from the 
road ; the ground is fairly level ; and there’s no possibility of our 
being disturbed. I was thinking this afternoon, as I passed through 
here, what an ideal spot it was for just such a little affair as you and I 
are bent on. But I didn’t venture to anticipate such speedy good for- 
tune as your obliging condescension has brought to pass, Don Miguel.” 

Caramha muttered the seilor, shivering. He might have said 
more, but was unwilling to trust his voice, or to waste nervous energy. 

Meanwhile, Freeman had dismounted, and was tethering his horse. 
It occurred to the sefior that it would be easy to pull his gun, send a 
bullet through his companion, and gallop away. He did not yield to 


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this temptation, partly from traditional feeling that it would not be 
suitable conduct for a De Mendoza, partly because he might miss the 
shot or only inflict a wound, and partly because such deeds demand a 
nerve which, at that moment, was not altogether at his command. 
Instead, he slowly dismounted himself, and wondered whether it would 
ever be vouchsafed him to sit in that saddle again. 

Freeman now produced his revolver, a handsome, silver-mounted 
weapon, that looked business-like. What sort of a machine is yours 
he inquired, pleasantly. You can take your choice. I’m not par- 
ticular, but I can recommend this as a sure thing, if you would like to 
try it. It never misses at twenty paces.” 

Twenty paces ?” repeated Don Miguel, with a faint gleam of hope. 

^^Of course we won’t have any twenty paces jto-night,” added 
Freeman, with a laugh. ^^I thought it might be a good plan to start 
at, say, fifteen, and advance firing. In that way, one or other of us 
will be certain to do something sooner or later. Would that arrange- 
ment be agreeable to Senor de Mendoza?” 

Volga me Dios! I am content,” said the latter, fetching a deep 
breath, and setting his teeth. I will keep my weapon.” 

“ Muy hueriy^ returned the American. So now let us take our 
ground : that is, if you are quite ready ?” 

Accordingly they selected their stations, facing respectively about 
north and south, with the planet of love between them, as it were. 

Oblige me by giving the word, sefior,” said Freeman, cocking his 
weapon. 

But Don Miguel was staring with perturbed visage at something 
behind his antagonist. Santa Maria !” he faltered, what is yonder? 
It is a spirit !” 

Freeman had his wits about him, and perhaps entertained a not too 
high opinion of Mexican fair play. So, before turning round, he ad- 
vanced till he was alongside his companion. Then he looked, and saw 
something which was certainly enigmatic. 

Among the wild-mustard plants there appeared a moving luminosity, 
having an irregular, dancing motion, as of a will-o’-the-wisp singularly 
agitated. Sometimes it uplifted itself on high, then plunged down- 
wards, and again jerked itself from side to side ; occasionally it would 
quite vanish for an instant. Accompanying this manifestation there 
was a clawing and reaching of shadowy arras : altogether, it was as if 
some titanic spectral grasshopper, with a heart of fire, were writhing 
and kicking in convulsions of phantom agony. Such an apparition, in 
an hour and a place so lonely, might stagger a less superstitious soul 
than that of Don Miguel de Mendoza. 

Freeman gazed at it for a moment in silence. It mystified him, and 
then irritated him. When one is bent heart and soul upon an impor- 
tant enterprise, any interruption is an annoyance. Perhaps there was in 
the young American’s nature just enough remains of belief in witches 
and hobgoblins to make him feel warranted in resorting to extreme 
measures. At any rate, he lifted his revolver, and fired. 

It was a long shot for a revolver : nevertheless it took effect. The 
luminous object disappeared with a faint explosive sound, followed by 
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a shout unmistakably human. The long stems of the wild mustard 
swayed and parted, and out sprang a figure, which ran straight towards 
the two young men. Hereupon, Hon Miguel, hissing out an appeal to 
the Virgin and the saints, turned and fled. 

Meanwhile, the mysterious figure continued its onward career ; and 
Freeman once more levelled his weapon, — when a voice, which gave 
him such a start of surprise as well-nigh caused him to pull the trigger 
for sheer lack of self-command, called out, Why, you abominable 
young villain ! What the mischief do you mean ? Ho you want to 
be hanged 

“ Professor Meschines !” faltered Freeman. 

It was indeed that worthy personage, and he was on fire with 
wrath. He held in one hand a shattered lantern mounted on the end 
of a pole, and in the other a long-handled net of gauze, such as ento- 
mologists use to catch moths withal. Under his left arm was slung a 
brown japanned case, in which he presumably deposited the spoils of 
his skill. Freeman^s shot had not only smashed and extinguished the 
lantern which served as bait for the game, but had also given the pro- 
fessor a disagreeable reminder that the tenure of human life is as pre- 
carious as that of the silly moth which allows itself to be lured to 
destruction by shining promises of bliss. 

Upon my soul, professor, I am very sorry,” said Freeman. 

You have no idea how formidable you looked ; and you could hardly 

expect me to imagine that you would be abroad at such an hour ” 

And why not, I should like to know ?” shouted the professor, 
towering with indignation. Was I doing anything to be ashamed of? 
And what are you doing here, pray, with loaded revolvers in your 
hands? — Hallo ! who’s this?” he exclaimed, as Hon Miguel advanced 
doubtfully out of the gloom. Seiior de Mendoza, as I’m a sinner ! 
and armed, too! Well, really! Are you two out on a murdering 
expedition ? — Oho !” he went on, in a changed tone, glancing keenly 
from one to another : methinks I see the bottom of this mystery. 
You have ridden forth, like the champions of romance, to do doughty 
deeds upon each other ! — Is it not so, Hon Miguel ?” he demanded, 
turning his fierce spectacles suddenly on that young man. 

Hon Miguel, ignoring a secret gesture from Freeman, admitted that 
he had been on the point of expunging the latter from this mortal 
sphere. 

The professor chuckled sarcastically. I see ! Blood ! Wounded 
honor ! The code ! — But, by the way, I don’t see your seconds ! Where 
are your seconds ?” 

^^My dear sir,” said Freeman, ^^I assure you it’s all a mistake. 
We just happened to meet at the gen — er — happened to meet, and 
were riding home together ” 

^^ISTow, listen to me, Harvey,” the professor interrupted, holding 
up an expository finger. You have known me since some ten years, 
I think ^ and I have known you. You were a clever boy in your 
studies ; but it was your foible to fancy yourself cleverer than you were. 
Acting under that delusion, you pitted yourself against me on one or 
two occasions ; and I leave it to your candid recollection whether you 


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or I had the best of the encounter. You call yourself a man, now ; 
but I make bold to say that the — discrepancy, let us call it — between 
you and me remains as conspicuous as ever it was. I see through you, 
sir, much more clearly than, by this light, I can see you. I am fond 
of you, Harvey ; but I feel nothing but contempt for your present atti- 
tude. In the first place, conscious as you are of your skill with that 
weapon, you know that this affair — even had seconds been present — 
would have been, not a duel, but an assassination. You acted like a 
coward ! — I say it, sir, like a coward ! — and I hope you may live to be 
as much ashamed of yourself as I am now ashamed for you. Secondly, 
your conduct, considered in its relations to — to certain persons whom 
I will not name, is that of a boor and a blackguard. Suppose you 
had accomplished the cowardly murder — the cowardly murder, I said, 
sir — that you were bent upon to-night. Do you think that would be 
a grateful and acceptable return for the courtesy and confidence that 
have been shown you in that house ? — a house, sir, to which I myself 
introduced*you, under the mistaken belief that you were a gentleman, 
or, at least, could feign gentlemanly behavior ! But I won^t — my 
feelings won’t allow me to enlarge further upon this point. But allow 
me to add, in the third place, that you have shown yourself a pur- 
blind donkey. Actually, you haven’t sense enough to know the 
difference between those who pull with you and those who pull against 
you. Now, I happen to know — to know, do you hear? — that had 
you succeeded in what you were just about to attempt, you would have 
removed .your surest ally, — the surest, because his interests prompt 
him to favor yours. You pick out the one man who was doing his 
best to clear the obstacle out of your path, and what do you do? — 
Thank him? — Not you! You plot to kill him! But even had he 
been, as you in your stupidity imagined, your rival, do you think the 
course you adopted would have promoted your advantage? Let me 
tell you, sir, that you don’t know the kind of people you are dealing 
with. You would never have been permitted to cross their threshold 
again. And you may take my word for it, if ever you venture to 
recur to any such folly, I will see to it that you receive your deserts. — 
Well, I think we understand each other, now ?” 

Freeman’s emotions had undergone several variations during the 
course of the mighty professor’s harangue. But he had ended by 
admitting the force of the argument; and the reminiscences of college 
lecturings aroused by the incident had tickled his sense of humor and 
queiiched his anger. He looked at the professor with a sparkle of 
laughter in his eyes. 

I have done very wrong, sir,” he said, and I’m very sorry for 
it. If you won’t give me any bad marks this time. I’ll promise to be 
good in future.” 

Ah ! very smooth ! To begin with, suppose you ask pardon of 
Senor Don Miguel de Mendoza for the affront you have put upon him.” 

To a soul really fearless, even an apology has no terrors. More- 
over, Freeman’s night ride with Don Miguel, though brief in time, 
had sufficed to give him the measure of the Mexican’s character; and 
he respected it so little that he could no longer take the man seriously. 


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or be sincerely angry with him. The professor’s assurance as to Don 
Miguel’s inoffensiveness had also its weight ; and it was therefore with 
a quite royal gesture of amicable condescension that Freeman turned 
upon his late antagonist and held out his hand. 

SeHor Don Miguel de Mendoza,” said he, I humbly tender you 
my apologies and crave your pardon. My conduct has been inexcu- 
sable ; I beg you to excuse it. I deserve your reprobation ; I entreat 
the favor of your friendship. Sefior, between men of honor, a mis- 
understanding is a misunderstanding, and an apology is an apology. 
I lament the existence of the first; the professor, here, is witness that 
I lay the second at your feet. May I hope to receive your hand as a 
pledge that you restore me to the privilege of your good will?” 

Now, Don Miguel’s soul had been grievously exercised that night: 
he had been insulted, he had shivered beneath the shadow of death, 
he had been a prey to superstitious terrors, and he had been utterly 
perplexed by the professor’s eloquent address, whereof (as it was deliv- 
ered in good American, and with a rapidity of utterance born of strong 
feeling) he had comprehended not a word, and the unexpected effect 
of which upon his late adversary he was at a loss to understand. 
Although, therefore, he had no stomach for battle, he was oppressed 
by a misgiving lest the whole transaction had been in some way planned 
to expose him to ridicule ; and for this reason he was disposed to treat 
Freeman’s peaceful overtures with suspicion. His heart did not re- 
spond to those overtures, but neither w^as it stout enough to enable him 
to reject them explicitly. Accordingly, he adopted that middle course 
which, in spite of the proverb, is not seldom the least expedient. He 
disregarded the proffered hand, bowed very stiffly, and, saying, Sefior, 
I am satisfied,” stalked off with all the rigidity of one in whose veins 
flows the sajigre azul of Old Castile. Freeman smiled superior upon 
his retreat, and then, producing a cigar-case, proceeded to light up 
with the professor. In this fragrant and friendly cloud we will leave 
them, and return for a few minutes to the house of General Trednoke. 

It will be remembered that something was said of Grace being 
privy to the nocturnal advances of Sefior de Mendoza. We are not to 
suppose that this implies in her anything worse than an aptness to 
indulge in romantic adventure : the young lady enjoyed the mystery 
of romance, and knew that serenades, and whisperings over star-lit 
balconies, were proper to this latitude. It may be open to question 
whether she really was much interested in De Mendoza, save as he 
was a type of the adoring S{)aniard. That the scene required : she 
could imagine him (for the time-being) to be the Cid of ancient legend, 
and she herself would enact a rSle of corresponding elevation. Grace 
would doubtless have prospered better had she been content with one 
adorer at a time; but, while turning to a new love, she was by no 
means disposed to loosen the chains of a former one; and, though 
herself as jealous as is a tiger-cat of her young, she could never recog- 
nize the propriety of a similar passion on the part of her victims. 
She had been indignant at Freeman’s apparent infidelity with Miriam ; 
but when she had (as she imagined) discovered her mistake, she had 
listened with a heart at ease to the protestations of Don Miguel. She 


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had parted from him that evening with a half-expressed understanding 
that he was to reappear beneath lier window before daylight ; and she 
had pictured to herself a charming balcony-scene, such as she had 
beheld in Italian opera. Accordingly, she had attired herself in a 
becoming ntgligte^ and had spent the fore part of the night somewhat 
restlessly, occasionally emerging on the veranda and gazing down into 
the perfumed gloom of the garden. At length she fancied that she 
heard footsteps. Whose could they be, unless Don MiguePs ? Grace 
retreated within her window to await developments. Don Miguel did 
not appear ; but presently she descried a phantom-like figure ascending 
the flight of steps to the veranda. Could that be he ? If so, he was 
bolder in his wooing than Grace had been prepared for. But surely 
that was a strange costume that he wore ; nor did the unconscious 
harmony of the gait at all resemble the sefior’s self-conscious strut. 
And whither was he going ? 

It was but too evident that he was going straight to the room occu- 
pied by Miriam ! 

This was too much for Grace’s equanimity. She stepped out of her 
window, and flitted with noiseless step along the veranda. The figure 
that she pursued entered the door of the house, and passed into the 
corridor traversing the wing. Grace was in time to see it cross the 
threshold of Miriam’s door, which stood ajar. She stole to the door, 
and peeped in. There was the figure ; but of Miriam there was no 
trace. 

The figure slowly unfastened and threw back the hood which 
covered its head, at the same time turning round, so that its countenance 
was revealed. A torrent of black hair fell down over its shoulders. 
Grace uttered an involuntary exclamation. It was Miriam herself ! 

The two gazed at each other a moment in silence. Goodness me, 
dear !” said Grace at last, in a faint voice, ^^how you have frightened 
me ! I saw you go in, in that dress, and I thought you were a man ! 
How my heart beats ! What is the matter ?” 

This is strange !” murmured the other, after a pause. I never 
heard such words ; and yet I seem to understand, and even to speak 
them. It must be a dream. What are you?” 

‘‘Why, Miriam, dear! don’t you know Grace?” 

“ Oh ! you think me Miriam. No ; not yet I” She raised her hands, 
and pressed her fingers against her temples. “ But I feel her — I feel 
her coming ! Not yet, Kamaiakan I not so soon ! — Do you know 
him?” she suddenly asked, throwing back her hair, and fixing an eager 
gaze on Grace. 

“ Know who ? Kamaiakan ? Why, yes ” 

“ No, not him I The youth, — the blue-eyed, — the fair beard above 
his lips ” 

“ What are you talking about? Not Harvey Freeman ?” 

“ Harvey Freeman I Ah, how sweet a name ! Harvey Freeman ! 
I shall know it now I — I’ell him,” she went on, laying her hand majes- 
tically upon Grace’s shoulder, and speaking with an impressive earnest- 
ness, “that Semitzin loves him 1” 

“ Semitzin ?” repeated Grace, puzzled, and beginning to feel scared. 


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Semitzin the other said, pointing to her own heart. She loves 
him : not as the child Miriam loves, but with the heart and soul of a 
mighty princess. When he knows Semitzin, he will think of Miriam 
no more.” 

But who is Semitzin ?” inquired Grace, with a fearful curiosity. 

“The Princess of Tenochtitlan, and the guardian of the great 
treasure,” was the reply. 

“ Good gracious ! what treasure ?” 

“ The treasure of gold and precious stones, hidden in the gorge of 
the desert hills. None knows the place of it but I ; and I will give it 
to none but him I love.” 

“ But you said that . . . Really, my dear, I don^t understand a bit ! 
As for Mr. Freeman, he may care for Semitzin, for aught I know ; 
but, I must confess, I think you’re mistaken in supposing he’s in love 
with you, — if that is what you mean’. I met him before you did, you 
know ; and if I were to tell you all that we ” 

“ What are you or Miriam to me ? — Ah ! she comes ! — The treasure 
— by the turning of the white pyramid — six hundred paces — on the 

right — the arch Her voice died away. She covered her face 

with her hands, and trembled violently. Slowly she let them fall, and 
stared around her. “Grace, is it you? Has anything happened? 
How came I like this? What is it?” 

“ Well, if you don’t know, I’m afraid I can’t tell you. I had begun 
to think you had gone mad. It must be either that or somnambulism. 
Who is Semitzin ?” 

“ Semitzin ? I never heard of him.” 

“ It isn’t a man : it’s a princess. And the treasure ?” 

“ Am I asleep or awake ? What are you saying ?” 

“ The white pyramid, you know ” 

“ Don’t make game of me, Grace. If I have done anything ” 

“ My dear, don’t ask me ! I tell you frankly, I’m nonplussed. 
You were somebody else a minute ago. . . . The truth is, of course, 
you’ve been dreaming awake. Has any one else seen you beside me?” 

“ Have I been out of my room ?” asked Miriam, in dismay. 

“ You must have been, I should think, to get that costume. Well, 
the best plan will be, I suppose, to say nothing about it to anybody. 
It shall be our secret, dear. If I were you, I would have one of the 
women sleep in your room, in case you got restless again. It’s just 
an attack of nervousness, probably, — having so many strangers in the 
house, all of a sudden. Now you must go to bed and get to sleep ; it’s 
awfully late, and there’ll be ever so much going on to-morrow.” 

Grace herself slept little that night. She could not decide what to 
make of this adventure. Nowadays we are provided with a name for 
the peculiar psychical state which Miriam was undergoing, and with 
abundant instances and illustrations; but we perhaps know what it is 
no more than we did twenty-five or thirty years ago. Grace’s first idea 
had been that Miriam was demented ; then she thought she was play- 
ing a part; then she did not know what to think; and finally she 
came to the conclusion that it was best to quietly await further develop- 
ments. She would keep an eye on Freeman as well as on Miriam ; 


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something, too, might be gathered from Don Miguel ; and then there 
was that talk about a treasure. Was that all the fabric of a dream, 
or was there truth at the bottom of it ? She had heard something said 
about a treasure in the course of the general conversation tlie day before. 
If there really was a treasure, why might not she have a hand in the 
discovery of it ? Miriam, in her abnormal state, had let fall some 
topographical hints that might prove useful. Well, she would work out 
the problem, sooner or later. To-morrow, when the others had gone 
off on their expedition, she would have ample leisure to sound Don 
Miguel, and, if he proved communicative and available, who could 
tell what might happen? But how very odd it all was! Who was 
Semitzin ? 

While asking herself this question, Grace fell asleep ; and by the 
time the summons to breakfast came, she had passed through thrilling 
adventures enough to occupy a new Scheherazade at least three years 
in the telling of them. 


CHAPTER VI. 

By nine o^clock in the morning, Professor Meschines and Harvey 
Freeman had ridden up to the general’s ranch, equipped for the expe- 
dition.. The general’s preparations were not yet quite completed. A 
couple of mules were being loaded with the necessary outfit. It was 
proposed to be out two days, camping in the open during the inter- 
vening night. It was necessary to take water as well as solid provisions. 
Leaving their horses in the care of a couple of stable-boys, Meschines 
and Freeman mounted the veranda, and were there greeted by General 
Trednoke. 

ii I’m afraid we’ll have a hot ride of it,” he observed. The 
atmosphere is rather oppressive. Kamaiakan tells me there was a touch 
of earthquake last night.” 

I thought I noticed some disturbance,” returned the professor, 
with a stealthy side-glance at Freeman, — something in the nature of 
an explosion.” 

Earthquakes are common in this region, aren’t they ?” Freeman 

said. 

They have made it what it is, and may unmake it again,” replied 
the general. The earthquake is the father of the desert, as the Indians 
say ; and it may some day become the father of a more genial offspring. 
Veremos 

^^How are the young ladies?” inquired Freeman. 

"Miriam has a little headache, I believe; and I thought Miss 
Parsloe was looking a trifle pale this morning. But you must see for 
yourself. Here they come.” 

Grace, who was a little taller than Miriam, had thrown one arm 
round that young lady’s waist, with a view, perhaps, to forming a 
picture in which she should not be the secondary figure. In fact, they 
were both of them very pretty ; but Freeman had become blind to any 
beauty but Miriam’s. Moreover, he was resolved to have some private 
conversation with her during the few minuses that were available. A 


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conversation with the professor, and some meditations of his own, had 
suggested to him a line of attack upon Grace. 

I^m afraid you were disturbed by the earthquake last night?” he 
said to her. 

An earthquake ? Why should you think so ?” 

“ You look as if you had passed a restless night. I saw Seflor de 
Mendoza this morning. He seems to have had a restless time of it, 
too. But he is a romantic person, and probably, if an earthquake did 
not make him sleepless, something else might.” He looked at her a 
moment, and then added, with a smile, But perhaps this is not news 
to you ?” 

“He didn’t come — I didn’t see him,” returned Grace, wishing, ere 
the words had left her lips, that she had kept her mouth shut. Freeman 
continued to smile. How much did he know? She felt that it might 
be inexpedient to continue the conversation. Casting about for a 
pretext for retreat, her eyes fell upon Meschines. “ Oh, there’s the 
dear professor ! I must speak to him a moment,” she exclaimed, viva- 
ciously ; and she slipped her arm from Miriam’s waist, and was off, 
leaving Freeman in possession of the field, and of the monopoly of 
Miriam’s society. 

“ Miss Trednoke,” said he, gravely, “ I have something to tell you, 
in order to clear myself from a possible misunderstanding. It may 
happen that I shall need your vindication with your father. Will you 
give it ?” 

“ What vindication do you need, that I can give ?” asked she, 
opening her dark eyes upon him questioniugly. 

“That’s what I wish to explain. I am in a difficult position. 
Would you mind stepping down into the garden ? It won’t take a 
minute.” 

Curiosity, if not especially feminine, is at least human. Miriam 
descended the steps, Freeman beside her. They strolled down the path, 
amidst the flowers. 

“You said, yesterday,” he began, “ that I would say one thing and 
be another. Now I am going to tell you what I am. And afterwards 
I’ll tell you why I tell it. In the first place, you know, I’m a civil 
engineer, and that includes, in my case, a good deal of knowledge about 
geology and things x)f that sort. I have sometimes been commissioned 
to make geological surveys for Eastern capitalists. Lately I’ve been 
canal-digging on the Isthmus ; but the other day I got a notification 
from some men in Boston and New York to come out here on a secret 
mission.” 

“ Secret, Mr. Freeman ?” 

“ Yes : you will understand directly. These men had heard enough 
about the desert valleys of this region to lead them to think that it 
might be reclaimed and so be made very valuable. Such lands can be 
bought now for next to nothing ; but, if the theories that control these 
capitalists are correct, they could afterwards be sold at a profit of 
thousands per cent. So it’s indispensable that the object of my being 
here should remain unknown ; otherwise, other persons might step in 
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If those are your orders, why do you speak to me 

There^s a reason for doing it that outweighs the reasons against it. 
I trust you with the secret : yet I don’t mean to bind you to secrecy. 
You will have a perfect right to tell it : the only result would be that 
I should be discredited with my employers ; and there is nothing to 
warrant me in supposing that you would be deterred by that.” 

I don’t ask to know your secret : I think you had better say no 
more.” 

Freeman shook his head. I must speak,” said he. “I don’t 
care what becomes of me, so long as I stand right in your opinion, — 
your father’s and yours. I am here to find out whether this desert can 
be flooded, — irrigated, — whether it’s possible, by any means, to bring 
water upon it. If my report is favorable, the company will purchase 
hundreds, or thousands, of square miles, and, incidentally, my own 
fortune will be made.” 

Why, that’s the very thing ” She stopped. 

The very thing your father had thought of! Yes, so I imagined, 
though he has not told me so in so many words. So I’m in the position 
of surreptitiously taking away the prospective fortune of a man whom I 
respect and honor, and who treats me as a friend.” 

Miriam walked on some steps in silence. It is no fault of yours,” 
she said at last. You owe us nothing. You must carry out your 
orders.” 

Yes ; but what is to prevent your father from thinking that I 
stole his idea and then used it against him ?” 

You can tell him the truth : he could not complain ; and why 
should you care if he did ? I know that men separate business from 
— from other things.” 

They had now come to the little enclosed space where the fountain 
basin was ; and by tacit consent they seated themselves upon it. Miriam 
gave an exclamation of surprise. The water is gone !” she said. 
“ How strange 1” 

“ Perhaps it has gone to meet us at our rendezvous in the desert. 
— No : if I tell your father, I should be unfaithful to my employers. 
But there’s another alternative : I can resign my appointment, and let 
my place be taken by another.” 

“ And give up your chance of a fortune? You mustn’t do that.” 

What is it to you what becomes of me ?” 

^‘I wish nothing but good to come to you,” said she, in a low 
voice. 

I have never wanted to have a fortune until now. * And I must 
tell you the reason of that, too. A man without a fortune does very 
well by himself. He can knock about, and live from hand to mouth. 
But when he wants to live for somebody else, — even if he has only a 
very faint hope of getting the opportunity of doing it, — then he must 
have some settled means of livelihood to justify him. So I say I am in 
a difficult position. For if I give this up, I must go away ; and if I 
go away, I must give up even the little hope I have.” 

“ Don’t go away,” said Miriam, after a pause. 

Do you know what you are saying ?” He hesitated a moment. 


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looking at her as she looked down at the empty basin. My hope 
was that you might love me ; for I love you, to be my wife.^^ 

The color slowly rose in Miriam’s face : at length she hid it in her 
hands. Oh, what is it ?” she said, almost in a whisper. “ I have 
known you only three days. But it seems as if I must have known 
you before. There is something in me that is not like myself. But it 
is the deepest thing in me ; and it loves you : yes, I love you !” 

Her hands left her face, and there was a light in her eyes which 
made Freeman, in the midst of his rejoicing, feel humble and unworthy. 
He felt himself in contact with something pure and sacred. At the 
same moment, the recollection recurred to him of the figure he had seen 
the night before, with the features of Miriam. Was it she indeed ? 
Was this she ? To doubt the identity of the individual is to lose one’s 
footing on the solid earth. For the first time it occurred to him that 
this doubt might affect Miriam herself. Was she obscurely conscious 
of two states of being in herself, and did she therefore fear to trust her 
own impulses ? But, again, love is the master-passion : its tire fuses 
all things, and gives them unity. Would not this love that they 
confessed for each other burn away all that was abnormal and enigmatic, 
and leave only the unerring human heart, that knows its own and takes 
it ? These reflections passed through Freeman’s mind in an instant of 
time. But he was no metaphysician, and he obeyed the sane and whole- 
some instinct which has ever been man’s surest and safest guide through 
the mysteries and bewilderments of existence. He took the beautiful 
woman in his arms and kissed her. 

This is real and right, if any thing is,” said he. If there are 
ghosts about, you and I, at any rate, are flesh and blood, and where we 
belong. As to the irrigation scrape, there must be some way out of it : 
if not, no matter ! You and I love each other, and the world begins 
from this moment !” 

My father must know to-morrow,” said Miriam. 

“No doubt we shall all know more to-morrow than we do to-day,” 
returned her lover, not knowing how abundantly his prophecy would 
be fulfilled ; he was overflowing with the fearless and enormous joy of 
a young man who has attained at one bound the summit of his desire. 
“ There ! they are calling for me. Good-by, my darling. Be yourself, 
and think of nothing but me.” 

A short ride brought the little cavalcade to the borders of the 
desert. Here, by common consent, a halt was made, to draw breath, 
as it were, before taking the final plunge into the fiery furnace. 

“ Before we go further,” said General Trednoke, approaching Free- 
man, as he was tightening his girths, “ I must tell you what is the 
object of this expedition.” 

“ It is not necessary, general,” replied the young man, straightening 
himself and looking the other in the face ; “ for from this point our 
paths lie apart.” 

“ Why so ?” demanded the general, in surprise. 

“What’s that?” exclaimed Meschines, coming up, and adjusting 
his spectacles. 


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not at liberty, at present, to explain,” Freeman answered. 

All I can say is that I don’t feel justified in assisting you in your 
affair, and I am not able to confide my own to you. I wish you to 
put the least uncharitable construction you can on my conduct. To- 
morrow, if we all live, I may say more ; now, the most I can tell you 
is that I am not entirely a free agent. Meantime — Hasta luegoy 

Against this unexpected resolve the general cordially protested and 
the professor scoffed and contended ; but Freeman stayed firm. He 
had with him provisions enough to last him three daya^ and a supply 
of water ; and in a small case he carried a compact assortment of in- 
struments for scientific observation. Take your departure in what- 
ever direction you like,” said he, ‘^and I will take mine at an angle 
of not less than fifteen degrees from it. If I am not back in three 
days, you may conclude something has happened.” 

It was certainly very hot. Freeman had been accustomed to torrid 
suns in the Isthmus ; but this was a sun indefinitely multiplied by 
reflections from the dusty surface underfoot. Nor was it the fine, 
ethereal fire of the Sahara : the atmosphere was dead and heavy ; for 
the rider was already far below the level of the Pacific, whose cool blue 
waves rolled and rippled many leagues to the westward, as, seons ago, 
they had rolled and rippled here. There was not a breath of air. 
Freeman could hear his heart beat, and the veins in his temples and 
wrists throbbed. The sweat rose on the surface of his body, but with- 
out cooling it. The pony which he bestrode, a bony and sinewy beast 
of the toughest description, trod onwards doggedly, but with little 
animation. Freeman had no desire to push him. Were the little 
animal to overdo itself, nothing in the future could be more certain 
than that his master would never see the Trednoke ranch again. 
It seemed unusually hot, even for that region. 

There was little in the way of outward incident to relieve the 
monotony of the journey. Now and then a short, thick rattlesnake, 
with horns on its ugly head, wriggled out of his path. Now and then 
his horse’s hoof almost trod upon a hideous, flat lizard, also horned. 
Here and there the uncouth projections of a cactus pushed upwards 
out of the dust ; some of these the mustang nibbled at, for the sake 
of their juice. Freeman wondered where the juice came from. The 
floor of the desert seemed for the most part level, though there was a 
gradual dip towards the east and northeast, and occasionally mounds 
and ridges of wind-swept dust, sometimes upwards of fifty feet in 
height, broke the uniformity. The soil was largely composed of 
powdered feldspar ; but there were also tracts of gravel shingle, of 
yellow loam, and of alkaline dust. .In some places there appeared 
a salt efilorescence, sprouting up in a sort of ghastly vegetation, as 
if death itself had acquired a sinister life. Elsewhere, the ground 
quaked and yielded underfoot, and it became necessary to make de- 
tours to avoid these arid bogs. Once or twice,'^oo. Freeman turned 
aside lest he should trample upon some dry bones that protruded in 
his path, — bones that were their own monument, and told their own 
story of struggle, agony, exhaustion, and despair. 

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His heart was singing with joy. To a mind logically disposed, there 
was nothing but trouble in sight, whether he succeeded or failed in his 
present mission. In the former case, he would find himself in a hos- 
tile position as regarded the man he most desired to conciliate ; in the 
latter, he would remain the mere rolling stone that he was before, and 
love itself would forbid him to ask the woman he loved to share his 
uncertain existence. But Freeman was not logical: he was happy, 
and he could not help it. He had kissed Miriam, and she lov^ 
him. 

His course lay a few degrees north of east. Far across the plain, 
dancing and turning somersaults in the fantastic atmosphere, were 
the summits of a range of abrupt hills, the borders of a valley or 
ravine which he wished to explore. Gradually, as he rode, his shadow 
lengthened before him. It was his only companion ; and yet he felt 
no sense of loneliness. Miriam was in his heart, and kept it fresh 
and bold. Even hunger and thirst he scarcely felt. Who can esti- 
mate the therapeutic and hygienic effects of love? 

The mustang could not share his rider’s source of content, but he 
may have been conscious, through animal instincts whereof we know 
nothing, of an uplifting and encouraging spirit. At all events, he 
kept up his steady lope without faltering or apparent effort, and 
seemed to require nothing more than the occasional wetting which 
Freeman administered to his nose. There would probably be some 
vegetation, and perhaps water, on the hills; and that prospect may 
likewise have helped him along. 

Nevertheless, man and beast may well have welcomed the hour 
when the craggy acclivities of that lonely range became so near that 
they seemed to loom above their heads. Freeman directed his steps 
towards the southern extremity, where a huge, pallid mass, of almost 
regular pyramidal form, reared itself aloft like a monument. He 
skirted the base of the pyramid, and there opened on his view a 
narrow, winding valley, scarcely half a mile in apparent breadth, and 
of a very wild and savage aspect. Its general direction was nearly 
north and south, and it declined downwards, as if seeking the interior 
of the earth. In fact, it looked not unlike those imaginative pictures 
of the road to the infernal regions described by the ancient poets. 
One could picture Pluto in his chariot, with Proserpine beside him, 
thundering downwards behind his black horses, on the way to those 
sombre and magnificent regions which are hollowed out beneath the 
surface of the planet. 

Freeman, however, presently saw a sight which, if less spectacularly 
impressive, was far more agreeable to his eyes. On a shelf or cup of 
the declivity was a little clump of vegetation, and in the midst of it 
welled up a thin stream of water. The mustang scrambled eagerly 
towards it, and, before Freeman had had time to throw himself out of 
the saddle, he had plunged his muzzle into the rivulet. He sucked it 
down with such satisfaction that it was evident the water was not salt. 
Freeman laid himself prone upon the brink, and followed his steed’s 
example. The draught was cool and pure. 

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must come from a good way down. If I could only bring the parent 
stream to the surface, my mission would be on a fair road to success.” 

An examination of the spring revealed the fact that it could not 
have been long in existence. Indeed, there were no traces whatever 
of long continuance. The aperture in the rock through which it 
trickled bore the appearance of having been recently opened ; frag- 
ments were lying near it that seemed to have been just broken off 
The bed of the little stream was entirely free from moss or weeds ; 
and after proceeding a short distance it dwindled and disappeared, 
either sucked up in vapor by the torrid air, or absorbed into the dusty 
soil. Manifestly, it was a recent creation. 

‘^And, to be sure,' why not?” ejaculated Freeman. There was 
an earthquake last night, which swallowed up the spring in the Tred- 
nokes’ garden : probably that same earthquake brought this stream 
to light. It vanished there, to reappear here. Well, the loss is not 
important to them, but the gain is very important to me. It is 
as if Miriam had come with a cup of water to refresh her lover in 
the desert. God bless her ! She has refreshed me indeed, soul and 
body !” 

He removed the saddle from the mustang, and turned him loose to 
make the best of such scanty herbage as he could find. Then he 
unpacked his own provisions, and made a comfortable meal ; after 
which he rolled a cigarette and reclined on the spot most available, 
to rest and recuperate. The valley, or gorge, lay before him in the 
afternoon light. It was a strange and savage spectacle. Had it 
been torn asunder by some stupendous explosion, it could not have 
presented a rougher or more chaotic aspect. To look at it was like 
beholding the secret places of the earth. The rocky walls were of dif- 
ferent colors, yellow, blue, and red, in many shades and gradations. 
They towered ruggedly upwards, sharply shadowed and brightly 
lighted, mounting in regular pinnacles, parting in black crevices ; here 
and there vast masses hung poised on bases seemingly insufficient, 
ready to topple over on the unwary passer beneath. A short distance 
to the northward the ravine had a turn, and a projecting promontory 
hid its further extreme from sight. Freeman made up his mind to 
follow it up on foot, after the descending sun should have thrown a 
shadow over it. The indications, in his judgment, were not without 
promise that a system of judiciously-applied blastings might open up a 
source of water that would transform this dreadful barrenness into 
something quite different. 

The shade of the great pyramid fell upon him as he lay, but the 
tumultuous wall opposite was brilliantly illuminated : the sky, over it, 
was of a peculiar brassy hue, but entirely cloudless. The radiations 
from the baked surface, ascending vertically, made the rocky bastion 
seem to quiver, as if it were a reflection cast on undulating water. 
The wreaths of tobacco-smoke that emanated from Freeman’s mouth 
also ascended, until they touched the slant of sunlight overhead. As 
the young man’s eyes followed these, something happened that caused 
him to utter an exclamation and raise himself on one arm. 

All at once, in the vacant air diagonally above him, a sort of 


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shadowy shimmer seemed to concentrate itself, which was rapidly re- 
solved into color and form. It was much as if some unseen artist had 
swept a mass of mingled hues on a canvas and then had worked them 
with magical speed into a picture. There appeared a breadth of rolling 
country, covered with verdure, and in the midst of it the white walls 
and long, shadowed veranda of an adobe house. Freeman saw the 
vines clambering over the eaves and roof, the vases of earthenware 
suspended between the pillars and overflowing with flowers, the long 
windows, the steps descending into the garden. Now a figure clad in 
white emerged from the door and advanced slowly to the end of the 
veranda. He recognized the gait and bearing : he could almost fancy 
he discerned the beloved features. She stood there for a moment, 
gazing, as it seemed, directly at him. She raised her hands, and 
pressed them to her lips, then threw them outwards, with a gesture 
eloquent of innocent and tender passion. Freenqan’s heart leaped : 
involuntarily he stretched out his arms, and murmured, Miriam 
The next moment, a tall, dark figure, with white hair, wrapped in a 
blanket, came stalking behind her, and made a beckoning movement. 
Miriam did not turn, but her bearing changed ; her hands fell to her 
sides ; she seemed bewildered. Freeman sprang angrily to his feet : 
the picture became blurred ; it flowed into streaks of vague color ; it 
was gone. There were only the brassy sky, and the painted crags 
quivering in the heat. 

That was not a mirage : it was a miracle,” muttered the young 
man to himself. Forty miles at least, and it seemed scarcely three 
hundred yards ! What does it mean ?” 

The sun sank behind the hills, and a transparent shadow filled the 
gorge. Freeman, uneasy in mind, and unable to remain inactive, filled 
his canteen at the spring, and descended to the rugged trail at the 
bottom. Clambering over boulders, leaping across narrow chasms, 
letting himself down from ledges, his preoccupation soon left him, and 
physical exertion took the precedence. Half an hour’s work brought 
him to the out-jutting ])romontory which had concealed the further 
reaches of the valley. These now lay before him, merging impercep- 
tibly into indistinctness. 

This atmosphere is unbearable,” said Freeman. I must get a 
little higher up.” He turned to the right, and saw a natural archway, 
of no great height, formed in the rock. The arch itself was white ; 
the superincumbent stone was of a dull red hue. On the left flank of 
the arch were a series of inscribed characters, which might have been 
cut by a human hand, or might have been a mere natural freak. They 
looked like some rude system of hieroglyphics, and bore no meaning to 
Freeman’s mind. 

A sort of crypt or deep recess was hollowed out beneath the arch, 
the full extent of which Freeman was unable to discern. The floor of 
it descended in ridges, like a rough staircase. He stood for a few 
moments peering into the gloom, tempted by curiosity to advance, but 
restrained partly by the gathering darkness, and partly by the oppres- 
siveness of the atmosphere, which produced a sensation of giddin^s. 
Something white gleamed on the threshold of the crypt. He picked 


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it up. It was a human skull ; but even as he lifted it it came apart 
in his hands and crumbled into fragments. Freeman’s nerves were 
strong, but he shuddered slightly. The loneliness, the silence, the 
mystery, and the strange light-headedness that was coming over him 
combined to make him hesitate. “ I’ll come back to-morrow morning 
early,” he said to himself. 

A^f in answer, a deep, appalling roar broke forth apparently under 
his feet, and went rolling and reverberating up and down the cafion. It 
died away, but was immediately followed by another yet more loud, 
and the ground shook and swayed beneath his feet. A gigantic boul- 
der, poised high up on the other side of the cafion, was unseated, and 
fell with a terrific crash. A hot wind swept sighing through the valley, 
and the air rapidly became dark. Again came the sigh, rising to a 
shriek, with roarings and th underings that seemed to proceed both from 
the heavens and from the earth. A dazzling flash of lightning split 
the air, bathing it for an instant in the brightness of day : in that 
instant Freeman saw the bolt strike the great white pyramid and 
splinter its crest into fragments, while the whole surface of the gorge 
heaved and undulated like a stormy sea. He had been staggering as 
best he might to a higher part of the ravine ; but now he felt a stunning 
blow on his head : he fell, and knew no more. 


CHAPTER VII. 

Two horsemen, one of whom led a third horse, carrying a pack- 
saddle, had reached the borders of the desert just as the earthquake 
began. When the first shock came, they were riding past a grove of 
live-oaks : they immediately dismounted, made fast their horses, and 
lay down beside some bushes that skirted the grove. Neither the 
earthquake nor the storm was so severe as was the case further east- 
ward. In an hour all was over, and they remounted and continued 
their journey, guiding their course by the stars. 

‘^It was thus that we rode before, Kamaiakan,” remarked the 
younger of the two travellers. “ Yonder bright star stood as it does now, 
and the hour of the night was the same. But this shaking of the 
earth makes me fear for the safety of that youth. The sands of the 
desert may have swept over him ; or he may have perished in the hills.” 

The purposes of the gods cannot be altered, Semitzin,” replied 
the old Indian, who perhaps would not have much regretted such a 
calamity as she suggested : it would be a simple solution of diflBcul- 
ties which might otherwise prove embarrassing. It is my prayer, at 
all events, that the entrance to the treasure may not be closed.” 

I care nothing for the treasure, unless I may share it with him,” 
she returned. “ Since we spoke together beside the fountain, I have 
seen him. He looked upon me doubtfully, being, perhaps, perplexed 
because of these features of the child Miriam, which I am compelled 
to wear.” 

“ Truly, princess, what is he, that you should think of him ?” 
muttered Kamaiakan. 


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He satisfies my heart,” was the reply. And I am resolved never 
again to give up this mortal habitation to her you call its rightful 
owner. I will never again leave this world, which I enjoy, for the 
unknown darkness out of which you called me.” 

Princess, the gods do not permit such dealings. They may, 
indeed, suffer you to live again ; but you must return as an infant, in 
flesh and bones of your own.” 

“ The gods have permitted me to return as I have returned ; and 
you well know, Kamaiakan, that, except you use your art to banish me 
and restore Miriam, there is nothing else that can work a change.” 

Murder is not lawful, Semitzin ; and to do as you desire would 
be an act not different from murder.” 

On my head be it, then !” exclaimed the princess. Would it be 
less a murder to send me back to nothingness than to let her remain 
there? Mine is the stronger spirit, and has therefore the better right 
to live. I ask of you only to do nothing. None need ever know that 
Miriam has vanished and that Semitzin lives in her place. I wear 
her body and her features, and I am content to wear her name also, if 
it must be so.” 

Kamaiakan was silent. He may well be pardoned for feeling 
troubled in the presence of a situation which had perhaps never before 
confronted a human being. Two women, both tenants of the same 
body, both in love with the same man, and therefore rivals of each 
other, and each claiming a right to existence : it was a difficult problem. 
The old Indian heartily wished that a separate tenement might be 
provided for each of these two souls, that they might fight out their 
quarrel in the ordinary way. But his magic arts did not extend to the 
creation of flesh and blood. At the same time, he could not but feel to 
blame for having brought this strenuous spirit of Semitzin once more 
into the world, and he was fain to admit that her claim was not without 
justification. His motives had been excellent, but he had not foreseen 
the consequences in which the act was to land him. Yet he more 
shrank from wronging Miriam than from disappointing Semitzin. 

But the latter was not to be put off by silence. 

There has been a change since you and I last spoke together,” 
she said. am aware of it, though I know not how; but, in some 
manner, the things which Miriam has done are perceptible to me. 
When I was here before, she did but lean towards this youth ; now she 
has given herself to him. She means to be united to him; and, if I 
again should vanish, I should never again find my way back. But it 
shall not be so ; and there is a way, Kamaiakan, by which I can surely 
prevent it, even though you refuse to aid me.” 

Indeed, princess, I think you mistake regarding the love of 
Miriam for this young man ; they have seen little of each other ; and 
it may be, as you yourself said, that he has perished in the wilderness.” 

I believe he lives,” she answered : I should know it, were it 
otherwise. But if I cannot have him, neither shall she. I have told 
you already that, unless you swear to me not to put forth your power 
upon me to dismiss me, I will not lead you to the treasure. But that 
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time hereafter I feel within me those pangs that tell me you are about 
to separate me from this world, at that moment, Kamaiakan, I will 
drive this knife through the heart of Miriam ! If I cannot keep her 
body, at least it shall be but a corpse when I leave it. You know 
Semitzin ; and you know that she will keep her word 

She reined in her horse, as she spoke, and sat gazing upon her 
companion with flashing eyes. The Indian, after a pause, made a 
gesture of gloomy resignation. It shall be as you say, then, Semitzin ; 
and upon your head be it ! Henceforth, Miriam is no more. But do 
you beware of the vengeance of the gods, whose laws you have defied.” 

Let the gods deal with me as they will,” replied the Aztecan. A 
day of happiness with the man I love is worth an age of punishment.” 

Kamaiakan made no answer, and the two rode forward in silence. 

It was midnight, and a bright star, nearly in the zenith, seemed to 
hang precisely above the summit of the great white pyramid at the 
mouth of the gorge. 

It was here that we stopped,” observed Semitzin. We tied our 
horses among the shrubbery round yonder point. Thence we must go 
on foot. Follow me.” 

She struck her heels against her horse’s sides, and went forward. 
The long ride seemed to have wearied her not a whit. The lean and 
wiry Indian had already betrayed symptoms of fatigue ; but the young 
princess appeared as fresh as when she started. Not once had she even 
taken a draught from her canteen ; and yet she was closely clad, from 
head to foot, in the doublet and leggings of the Golden Fleece. One 
might have thought it had some magic virtue to preserve its wearer’s 
vitality ; and possibly, as is sometimes seen in trance, the energy and 
concentration of the spirit reacted upon the body. 

She turned the corner of the pyramid, but had not ridden far when 
an object lying in her path caused her to halt and spring from the 
saddle. Kamaiakan also dismounted and came forward. 

The dead body of a mustang lay on the ground, crushed beneath 
the weight of a fragment of rock, which had evidently fallen upon it 
from a height. He had apparently been dead for some hours. He was 
without either saddle or bridle. 

Do you know him ?” demanded Semitzin. 

It is Diego,” replied Kamaiakan. I know him by the white 
star on his muzzle. He was ridden by the Seflor Freeman. They must 
have come here before the earthquake. And there lie the saddle and 
the bridle. But where is Senor Freeman ?” 

He can be nowhere else than in this valley,” said Semitzin, con- 
fidently. ^^I knew that I should find him here. Through all the 
centuries, and across all spaces, we were destined to meet. His horse 
was killed, but he has escaped. I shall save him. Could Miriam have 
done this ? Is he not mine by right ?” 

It is at least certain, j)rincess,” responded the old man rather dryly, 
that had it not been for Miriam you would never have met the Seiior 
Freeman at all.” 

I thank her for so much ; and some time, perhaps, I will reward 
her by permitting her to have a glimpse of him for an hour, — or, at 

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least, a minute. But not now, Kamaiakan, — not till I am well assured 
that no thought but of me can ever find its way into his heart. Come, 
let us go forward. We will find the treasure, and I will give it to my 
lord and lover.^^ 

Shall we bring the pack-horse with us?’’ asked the Indian. 

“ Yes, if he can find his way among these rocks. The earthquake 
has made changes here. See how the water pours from this spring ! 
It has already made a stream down the valley. It shall guide us 
whither we are going.’^ 

Leaving their own horses, they advanced with the mule. But the 
trail, rough enough at best, was now well-nigh impassable. Masses of 
rock had fallen from above ; large fissures and crevasses had been formed 
in the floor of the gorge, from some of which steaming vapors escaped, 
while others gave forth streams of water. The darkness added to the 
difficulties of the way, for, although the sky was now clear, the gloom 
was deceptive, and things distant seemed near. Occasionally a heavy, 
irregular sound would break the stillness, as some projection of a cliff 
became loosened and tumbled down the steep declivity. 

Semitzin, however, held on her way fearlessly and without hesita- 
tion, and the Indian, with the pack-horse, followed as best he might, 
now and then losing sight for a moment of the slight, grayish figure 
in front of him. At length she disappeared behind the jutting pro- 
file of a great promontory which formed a main angle of the gorge. 
When he came up with her, she was kneeling beside the prostrate form 
of a man, supporting his head upon her knee. 

Kamaiakan approached, and looked at the face of the man, which 
was pale ; the eyes were closed. A streak of blood, from a wound on 
the head, descended over the right side of the forehead. 

Is he dead the Indian asked. 

He is not dead,’^ replied Semitzin. A flying stone has struck him ; 
but his heart beats : he will be well again She poured some water 
from her canteen over his face, and bent her ear over his lips. He 
breathes,’’ she said. Slipping one arm beneath his neck, she loosened 
the shirt at his throat and then stooped and kissed him. Be alive for 
me, love,” she murmured. My life is yours.” 

This exhortation seemed to have some effect. The man stirred 
slightly, and emitted a sigh. Presently he muttered, ‘‘I can — lick 
him — yet !” 

He will live, princess,” remarked Kamaiakan. But where is the 
treasure ?” 

My treasure is here !” was her reply ; and again she bent to kiss 
the half-conscious man, who knew not of his good fortune. After an 
interval she added, It is in the hollow beneath that archway. Go 
down three paces : on the wall at the left you will feel a ring. Pull it 
outwards, and the stone will give way. Behind it lies the chest in 
which the jewels are. But remember your promise !” 

Kamaiakan peered into the hollow, shook his head as one who 
loves not his errand, and stepped in. The black shadow swallowed 
him up. Semitzin paid no further attention to him, but was absorbed 
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augmented, though he was not yet aware of his position. But all at 
once a choking sound came from within the cave, and in a few moments 
Kamaiakan staggered up out of the shadow, and sank down across the 
threshold of the arch. 

“Semitzin,” he gasped, in a faint voice, ^Hhe curse of the gods is 
upon the spot! The air within is poisonous. It withers the limbs 
and stops the breath. No one may touch the treasure and live. Let 
us go 

‘‘The gods do not love those who fear,’^ replied the princess, 
contemptuously. “ But the treasure is mine, and it may well be that 
no other hand may touch it. Fold that blanket, and lay it beneath 
his head. I will bring the jewels.” 

“ Do not attempt it : it will be death !” exclaimed the old man. 

“ Shall a princess come to her lover empty-handed ? Do you 
watch beside him while I go. Ah, if your Miriam were here, I would 
not fear to have him choose between us I” 

With these words, Semitzin stepped across the threshold of the 
crypt, and vanished in its depths. The Indian, still dizzy and faint, 
knelt on the rock without, bowed down by sinister forebodings. 

Several minutes passed. “ She has perished I” muttered Kamaiakan. 

Freeman raised himself on one elbow, and gazed giddily about him. 
“ What the deuce has happened ?” he demanded, in a sluggish voice. 
“ Is that you, professor ?” 

Suddenly, a rending and rushing sound burst from the cave. 
Following it, Semitzin appeared at the entrance, dragging a heavy 
metal box, which she grasped by a handle at one end. Immediately 
in her steps broke forth a great volume of water, boiling up as if from 
a caldron. It filled the cave, and poured like a cataract into the gorge. 
The foundations of the great deep seemed to be let loose. 

Semitzin lifted from her face the woollen mask, or visor, which she 
had closed on entering the cave. She was panting from exertion, but 
neither her physical nor her mental faculties were abated. She spoke 
sharply and imperiously : 

“ Bring up the mule, and help me fasten the chest upon him. We 
must reach higher ground before the waters overtake us. And 

now ” She turned to Freeman, who by this time was sitting up 

and regarding her with stupefaction. 

“ Miriam !” was all he could utter. 

She shook her head, and smiled. “ I am she who loves you, and 
whom you will love. I give you life, and fortune, and myself. But 
come : can you mount and ride ?” 

“ I can’t make this out,” he said, struggling, with her assistance, 
to his feet. “ I have read fairy-tales, but this . . . Kamaiakan, too !” 

Semitzin, meanwhile, brought him to the mule, and half mechani- 
cally he scrambled into the saddle, the chest being made fast to the 
crupper. Semitzin seized the bridle, and started up the gorge, Kamaia- 
kan bringing up the rear. The lower levels were already filling with 
water, which came pouring out through the archway in a full flood, 
seemingly inexhaustible. 

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earthquake — I remember ! I got hit somehow. They came from the 
ranch to hunt me up. But where are the general and Professor 
Meschines? How long ago was it? And how came Miriam . . . 
Could the mirage have had anything to do with it? — Here, let me 
walk,” he called out to her, ‘‘ and you get up and ride.” 

She turned her head, smiling again, but hurried on without speak- 
ing. The roar of the torrent followed them. Once or twice the mule 
came near losing his footing. Freeman, whose head was swimming, 
and his brains buzzing like a hive of bees, had all he could do to main- 
tain his equilibrium in the saddle. He was excruciatingly thirsty, and 
the gurgling of waters round about made him wish he might dismount 
and plunge into them. But he lacked power to form a decided pur- 
pose, and permitted the more energetic will to control him. It might 
have been minutes, or it might have been hours, for all he knew : at 
last they halted, near the base of the white pyramid. 

Here we are safe,” said Semitzin, coming to his side. Lean on 
me, my love, and I will lift you down.” 

“ Oh, I’m not quite so bad as that, you know,” said Freeman, with 
a feeble laugh ; and, to prove it, he blundered off the saddle, and came 
down on the ground with a thwack. He picked himself up, however, 
and, recollecting that he had a flask with brandy in it, he felt for it, 
found it intact, and, with an inarticulate murmur of apology, raised it 
to his lips. It was like the veritable elixir of life : never in his life 
before had Freeman quaffed so deep a draught of the fiery spirit. It 
was just what he wanted. 

But he felt oddly embarrassed. He did not know what to make of 
Miriam. It was not her strange costume merely, but she seemed to 
have put on — or put off — something with it that made a diflerence in 
her. She was assertive, imperious; as loving, certainly, as lover could 
wish, but not in the manner of the Miriam he knew. He might have 
liked the new Miriam better, had he not previously fallen in love with 
the former one. He could not make advances to her : he had no oppor- 
tunity to do so : she was making advances to him ! 

My love,” she said, standing before him, I have come back to 
the world for your sake. Before Semitzin first saw you, her heart was 
yours. And I come to you, not poor, but with the riches and power 
of the princes of Tenochtitlan. You shall see them : .they are yours ! 
— Kamaiakan, take down the chest.” 

‘‘ What’s that about Semitzin ?” inquired Freeman. “ I’m not 
aware that I knew any such person.” 

Kamaiakan !” repeated the other, raising her voice, and hot 
hearing Freeman’s last words. Kamaiakan was nowhere to be seen. 
Both Freeman and she had supposed that he was following on behind 
the mule ; but he had either dropped behind, or had withdrawn some- 
where. Kamaiakan !” shouted Freeman, as loud as he could. 

A distant hail, from the direction of the desert, seemed to reply. 

That can’t be he,” said Freeman. It was at least a quarter of 
a mile off, and the wrong direction, too. He’s in the gorge, if he’s 
anywhere.” 

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They listened, and detected a low murmur, this time from the 
gorge. 

“ He^s fallen down and hurt himself,” said Freeman. ‘‘ Let’s go 
after him.” 

In a few moments they stumbled upon the old Indian, reclining with 
his shoulders against a rock, and gasping heavily. 

‘‘ My princess,” he whispered, as she bent over him, I am dying. 
The poisonous air in the cave was fatal to me, though the spell that 
is upon the Golden Fleece protected you. I have done what the gods 
commanded. I am absolved of my vow. The treasure is safe.” 

Nonsense ! you’re all right !” exclaimed Freeman. “ Here, take 
a pull at this flask. It did me all the good in the world !” 

But the old man put it aside, with a feeble gesture of the hand. 

My time is come,” said he. — “ Semitzin, I have been faithful.” 

Semitzin, again !” muttered Freeman. What does it mean ?” 

“But what is this?” cried the girl, suddenly starting to her feet. 
“ I feel the sleep coming on me again ! I feel Miriam returning ! 
Kamaiakan, have you betrayed me at the last ?” 

“No, no, princess, I have done nothing,” said he, in a voice 
scarcely audible. “ But, with death, the strength of my will goes from 
me, and I can no longer keep you in this world. The spirit of Miriam 
claims her rightful body, and you must struggle against her alone. The 
gods will not be defied : it is the law !” 

His voice sank away into nothing, and his beard drooped upon his 
breast. 

“ He’s dying, sure enough, poor old chap,” said Freeman. “ But 
what is all this about ? I never heard anything like this language you 
two talk together.” 

Semitzin turned towards him, and her eyes were blazing. 

“ She shall not have you !” she cried. “ I have won you — I have 
saved you — ^you are mine ! What is Miriam ? Can she be to you 
what I could be? — You shall never have him !” she continued, seem- 
ing to address some presence invisible to all eyes but hers. “ If I must 
go, you shall go with me !” She fumbled in her belt, caught the 
handle of a knife there, and drew it. She lifted it against her heart ; 
but even then there was an uncertainty in her movement, as if her 
mind were divided against itself, or had failed fully to retain the thread 
of its purpose. But Freeman, who had passed rapidly from one degree 
of bewilderment to another, was actually relieved to see, at last, some- 
thing that he could understand. Miriam — for some reason best known 
to herself — was about to do herself a mischief. He leaped forward, 
caught her in his arms, and snatched the knife from her grasp. 

For a few moments she struggled like a young tiger. And it 
was marvellous and appalling to hear two voices come from her, in 
alternation, or confusedly mingled. One said, “ Let me kill her ! I 
will not go ! Keep back, you pale-faced girl !” and then a lower, 
troubled voice, “ Do not let her come ! Her face is terrible ! What 
are those strange creatures with her ? Harvey, where are you ?” At 
last, with a fierce cry, that died away in a shuddering sigh, the form 
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sank back in Freeman’s arms. His own strength was well-nigh at an 
end. He laid her on the ground, and, sitting beside her, drew her 
head on his knee. He had been in the land of spirits, contending with 
unknown powers, and he was faint in mind and body. 

Yet he was conscious of the approaching tread of horses’ feet, 
and recollected the hail that had come from the desert. Soon loomed 
up the shadowy figures of mounted men, and they came so near that 
he was constrained to call out, ‘‘ Mind where you’re going ! You’ll 
be over us !” 

Who are you ?” said a voice, which sounded like that of General 
Trednoke, as they reined up. 

There’s Kamaiakan, who’s dead ; and Miriam Trednoke, who has 
been out of her mind, but she’s got over it nowj I guess; and I, — 
Harvey Freeman.” 

My daughter !” exclaimed General Trednoke. 

^‘My boy !” cried Professor Meschines. Well, thank God we’ve 
found you, and that some of you are alive, at any rate !” 


CHAPTER VIII. 

As it was still some hours before dawn, and Freeman was too 
weak to travel, it was decided to encamp beside the pyramid till the 
following evening, and then make the trip across the desert in the 
comparative coolness of starlight. Meanwhile, there was something 
to be done, and much to be explained. 

The spirit of Kamaiakan had passed away, apparently at the same 
moment that the peculiar case of ‘^possession” under which Miriam 
had suffered came to an end. They determined to bury him at the 
foot of the great pyramid, which would form a fitting monument of 
his antique character and virtues. 

Miriam, after her struggle, had lapsed into a state of partial leth- 
argy, from which she was aroused gradually. It was then found that 
she could give no account whatever of how or why she came there. 
The last thing she distinctly remembered was standing on the veranda 
at the ranch and looking towards the east. She was under the im- 
pression that Kamaiakan had approached and spoken with her, but of 
that she was not certain. The next fact in her consciousness was that 
she was held in Freeman’s arms, with a feeling that she had barely 
escaped from some great peril. She could recall nothing of the journey 
down the gorge, of the adventure at the bottom of it, or of the return. 
It was only by degrees that some partial light was thrown upon this 
matter. Freeman knew that he was at the entrance of the cave when 
the earthquake began, and he remembered receiving a blow on the 
head. Consequently it must have been at that spot that Miriam and 
the Indian found him. He had, too, a vague impression of seeing 
Miriam coming out of the cave, dragging the chest ; and there, sure 
enough, was a metal box, strapped to the saddle of the pack-mule. 
But the mystery remained very dense. And although the reader is 
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could do, it may be doubted whether the essential mystery is much 
clearer to him than it was to them. 

“We know that the ancient Aztecan priests were adepts in magic,” 
observed the professor, “ and it’s natural that some of their learning 
should have descended to their posterity. We have been clever in 
giving names to such phenomena, but we know perhaps even less 
about their esoteric meaning than the Aztecans did. I should judge 
that Miriam would be what is called a good ‘ subject’ Kamaiakan 
discovered that fact; and as for what followed, we can only infer it 
from the results. I was always an admirer of Kamaiakan ; but I 
must say I am the better resigned to his departure, from the reflection 
that Miriam will henceforth be undisturbed in the possession of her 
own individuality.” 

“ As near as I could make out, she called herself Semitzin,” put 
in Fteeman. 

“ Semitzin ?” repeated the general. “ Why, if I’m not mistaken, 
there are accounts of an Aztecan princess of that name, an ancestress 
of my wife’s family, in some old documents that I have in a box 
at home.” 

“ That would only add the marvel of heredity to the other marvels,” 
said Meschines. “ Suppose we leave the things we can’t understand, 
and come to those we can ?” 

“ I have something to say. General Trednoke,” said Freeman. 

“I think I have already guessed what it may be, Mr. Freeman,” 
returned the general, gravely. “Old people have eyes, and hearts 
too, as well as young ones.” 

“ Come, Trednoke,” interposed the professor, with a chuckle, “your 
eyes might not have seen so much, if I hadn’t held the lantern.” 

“ I lov# your daughter, and I told her so yesterday morning,” 
went on Freeman, after a pause. “ I meant to tell you on my return. 
I know I don’t appear desirable as a son-in-law. But I came here 
on a commission ” 

“Meschines and I have talked it all over,” the general said. 
“ When an old West-Pointer and a professor of physics get together, 
they are sometimes able to put two and two together. And, to tell the 
truth, I received a letter from a member of your syndicate, who is also 
an acquaintance of mine, which explained your position. Under the 
circumstances, I consider your course to have been honorable. You 
and I were both in search of the same thing, and now, as it appears, 
nature has sent an earthquake to do our affair for us. No operations 
of ours could have achieved such a result as last night’s disturbance 
did ; and if that do not prove effective, nothing else will.” 

“ If it turns out well, I was promised a share in the benefits,” said 
Freeman, “ and that would put me in a rather better condition, from 
a worldly point of view.” 

“ After all,” interrupted Meschines, “ you found your way to the 
spot from which the waters broke forth, and may fairly be entitled to 
the credit of the discovery. — Eh, Trednoke? At any rate, we found 
nothing. — Yes, I think they’ll have to admit you to partnership, Har- 
vey ; and Miriam too, — who, by the way, seems to be the only one 


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who actually penetrated into this cave you speak of. Maybe the 
removal of the chest pulled the plug out of the bung-hple, as it were ; 
the escape of confined air through such a vent would be apt to draw 
water along with it. By the way, let’s have a look at this same chest : 
it looks solid enough to hold something valuable.” 

‘‘ I would like, in the first place, to hear what General Trednoke 
has to say about what I have told him,” said Freeman, clearing his 
throat. 

Miriam,” said the general, do you wish to be married to this 
young man ?” 

The old soldier was sitting with her hand in his, and he turned to 
her as he spoke. She threw her arms round his neck, and pressed her 
face against his shoulder. He is to me what you were to mamma,” 
she said, so that only he could hear. 

^‘Then be to him what she was to me,” answered the general, 
kissing her. “ Ah me, little girl ! I am old, but perhaps this is the 
right way for me to grow young again. Well, if you are of the same 
mind six months hence ” 

‘‘Worse; it will be much worse, then,” murmured the professor. 
“ Better make it three.” 

The chest was made of some alloy of steel and nickel, impervious 
to rust, and very hard. It resisted all gentle methods of attack, and 
it was finally found necessary to force the lock with a charge of powder. 
Within was found another case, which was pried open with the point 
of the general’s bowie-knife. 

It was filled to the brim with precious stones, most of them removed 
from their settings. But such of the gold-work as remained showed 
the jewels to be of ancient Aztecan origin. There was value enough 
in the box to buy and stock a dozen ranches as big as the ^neral’s, and 
leave heirlooms enough to decorate a family larger than that of the 
most fruitful of the ancient patriarchs. 

“I call that quite a respectable dowry,” remarked Meschines. 
“Upon my soul, Miriam, if I had known what you had up your 
sleeve, I should have thought twice before allowing a ‘civil engineer’ 
— do you remember ? — to run off with you so easily.” 

At dawn, they prepared the body of old Kamaiakan for its inter- 
ment. In doing this, the professor noted the peculiar appearance of 
the corpse. 

“ The flesh is absolutely withered,” said he, “ especially those parts 
which were uncovered. It must have been subjected to the action of 
some destructive vapor or gas, fatal not only to breathe, but to come in 
contact with. I have heard of poisonous emanations proceeding from 
the ground in these regions, but I never saw an instance of their effects 
before. That skull that you say you found, Harvey, was probably 
that of a victim of the same cause. But it is strange that Miriam, 
who must have remained some time in the very midst of it, should 
have escaped without a mark, or even any inconvenience.” 

“ Kamaiakan ascribed it to the magic of the Golden Fleece,” said 
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Well/^ rejoined the other, ‘^he may have been right; but, for my 
part, the only magic that I can find in it lies in the fact that it is made 
of pure wool, which undoubtedly possesses remarkable sanative proper- 
ties ; or maybe the fiery soul of Semitzin was powerful enough to repel 
all harmful influences. The poor old fellow himself, being clad in 
cotton, and with no soul but his own, was destroyed. Let us wrap him 
in his blanket, and bid him farewell — and with him, I hope, to all that 
is uncanny and abnormal in the lives of you young folks 

The last rites having been paid to the dead, the party mounted 
their horses and rode out of the gorge on to the long levels of the 
desert. 

“ Who come yonder ?” said Freeman. 

A couple of Mexicans, I think,” said the general. 

One of them is a woman,” said Meschines. 

They look very weary,” remarked Freeman. 

Miriam fixed her eyes on the approaching pair for a moment, and 
then said, “ They are Seflor de Mendoza and Grace Parsloe.” 

And so, indeed, they were ; and thus, in this lonely spot, all the 
dramatis personae of this history found themselves united. 

In answer to the obvious question, how Grace and De Mendoza 
happened to be there, it transpired that, left to their own devices, they 
had undertaken no less an enterprise than to discover the hidden 
treasure. Grace had communicated to the Mexican such bits of in- 
formation as she had picked up and such surmises as she had formed, 
and he had been able to supplement her knowledge to an extent that 
seemed to justify them in attempting the adventure, — not to mention 
the fact that Don Miguel (such was the ardor of his sentiment for 
Grace) would, liad she desired it, have gone with her into a fiery 
furnace or a den of lions. Grace, who was ambitious as well as 
romantic, and who longed for the power and independence that wealth 
would give, was all alight with the idea of capturing the hoard of 
Montezuma : her social position would be altered at a stroke, and the 
world would be at her feet. Whether she would then have rewarded 
Don Miguel for his devotion, is possibly open to doubt : the sudden 
acquisition of boundless wealth has been known to turn larger heads 
than hers. Fortunately, however, this temptation was withheld from 
her : so far from finding the treasure, she and Don Miguel very soon 
lost themselves in the desert, and had been wandering about ever since, 
dolefully uncomfortable, and in no small danger of losing their lives. 
They were already at the end of their last resource when they happened 
to encounter the other party, as we have seen ; and immeasurable was 
their joy at the unlooked-for deliverance. So there was another halt, 
to enable them to rest and recuperate; and it was not until the evening 
of that day that the journey was finally resumed. 

Meanwhile, Grace had time to think over all that happened, and to 
arrive at certain conclusions. She was at bottom a good girl, though 
liable to be led away by her imagination, her vanity, and her tempera- 
ment. Don MiguePs best qualities had revealed them’selves to her in the 
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in him lay to save her from fatigue and suffering, and had stuck to 
her faithfully when he might perhaps have increased his own chances 
of escape by abandoning her. Did not such a man deserve to be 
rewarded ? — especially as he was a handsome fellow, of good family, 
and possessed of quite a respectable income. Moreover, Harvey 
Freeman was now beyond her reacii : he was going to marry Miriam, 
and she had realized that her own brief infatuation for him had had 
no very deep root after all. Accordingly, she smiled encouragingly 
upon Don Miguel, and before they set out on their homeward ride she 
had vouchsafed him the bliss of knowing that he might call her his. 

The general, as her guardian, did not withhold his approval ; but 
when Grace drew him aside and besought him never to reveal to her 
intended the fact that she had once been a shop-girl, the old warrior 
smiled. 

‘‘ You can depend upon me to keep your secret, if you wish it, 
my dear,” said he ; but I warn you that such concealments between 
husband and wife are not wise. He loves you, and would only love 
you the more for your frankness in confessing what you seem to con- 
sider a discreditable episode : though I for my part am free to tell you 
that you will be lucky if your future life affords you the opportunity 
of doing anything else so much to your credit. But the chances are 
that he will find it out sooner or later ; and that may not be so agreeable, 
either to him or to you. Better tell him all now.” 

But Grace pictured to herself the aristocratic pride of an hidalgo 
shocked by the suggestion of the plebeianism of trade ; and she would 
not consent to the revelation. But the general’s prediction was fulfilled 
sooner than might have been expected. 

For, after they were married, Don Miguel decided to visit the 
Atlantic coast on the wedding journey ; and one of the first notable 
places they reached was, of course, New York. Don Miguel was 
delighted, and was never weary of strolling up Fifth Avenue and 
down Broadway, with his beautiful wife on his arm. He marvelled 
at the vast white pile of the Fifth Avenue Hotel ; he frowned at the 
Worth Monument; he stared inexhaustibly into the shop- windows ; 
he exclaimed wdth admiration at the stupendous piles of masonry 
which contained the goods of New York’s merchant princes. It seemed 
to be his opinion that the possessors of so much palpable wealth must 
be the true aristocracy of the country. 

And one afternoon it happened that as they were strolling along 
Broadway, between Twenty-Third Street and Union Square, and were 
crossing one of the side-streets, a horse belonging to one of Lord and 
Taylor’s delivery-wagons became frightened, and bolted round the 
corner. One of the hind wheels of the vehicle came in contact with 
Grace’s shoulder, and knocked her down. The blow and the fall 
stunned her. Don Miguel’s grief and indignation were expressed with 
tropical energy; and a by-stander said, Better carry her into the 
store, mister ; it’s their wagon run her down, and they can’t do less 
than look after her.” 

The connsel seemed reasonable, and Don Miguel, with the assist- 
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One of the floor- walkers met them at the door : he cast a glance at 
their burden, and exclaimed, Why, it’s Miss Parsloe !” And imme- 
diately a number of the employees gathered round, all regarding her 
with interest and sympathy, all anxious to help, and — which was what 
mystified Don Miguel — all calling her by name ! How came they to 
know Grace Parsloe ? Nay, they even glanced at Don Miguel, as if 
to ask what was his business with the beautiful unconscious one ! 

This lady are my wife,” he said, with dignity. She not any 
more Miss Parsloe.” 

Oh, Grace has got married !” exclaimed the young ladies, one to 
another ; and 'then an elderly man, evidently in authority, came for- 
ward and said, I suppose you are aware, sir, that Miss Parsloe was 
formerly one of our girls here ; and a very clever and useful girl she 
was. I need not say how sorry we are for this accident : I have sent 
for the physician ; but I cannot but be glad that the misfortune has 
at least given me the opportunity of telling you how highly youT wife 
was valued and respected here.” 

At this juncture, Grace opened her eyes: she looked from one face 
to another, and knew that fate had brought the truth to light. But 
the physical shock tempered the severity of the mental one : besides, 
she could not help being pleased at the sight of so many well-remem- 
bered and friendly faces ; and, finally, her husband did not look by 
any means so angry and scandalized as she had feared he would. 
Indeed, he appeared almost gratified. The truth probably was, he 
was flattered to see his wife the centre of so much interest and attention, 
and at the discovery that she had been in some way an honored appa- 
nage of so imposing an establishment. So, by the time Grace was well 
enough to be driven back to her hotel, the sefior was prattling cheer- 
fully and familiarly with all and sundry, and was promising to bring 
his wife back there the next day, to talk over old times with her 
former associates. 

Such was Grace’s punishment : it was not very severe ; but then 
her fault had been a venial one ; and the episode was of much moral 
benefit to her. She liked her husband all the better for having nothing 
more to conceal from him ; her vanity was rebuked, and her false pride 
chastened ; and when, in after-years, her pretty daughters and black- 
haired sons gathered about her knees, she was wont to warn them 
sagely against the un-American absurdity of fearing to work for their 
living, or being ashamed to have it known. 

But the married life of Miriam and Harvey Freeman was charac- 
teristically American in its happiness. The representatives of the 
oldest and of the latest inhabitants of this continent, their union seemed 
to produce the flower of what was best in both. Their wedding is 
still remembered in that region, as being everything that a Southern 
Californian wedding should be; and the bride, as she stood at the 
altar, looked what she was, — one of those women who, more than 
anything else in this world, are fitted to bring back to earth the gentle 
splendors of the Garden of Eden. In her dark eyes, as she fixed them 
upon Freeman, there was a mystic light, telling of fathomless depths 
of tenderness and intelligence : it seemed to her husband that love had 


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expanded and uplifted her ; or perhaps that other spirit in her, which 
had battled with her own, had now become reconciled, and therefore 
yielded up whatever it had of good and noble to aggrandize the gentle 
victory of its conqueror. Somehow, somewhere, in Miriam’s nature, 
Semitzin lived ; and, as a symbol of the peace and atonement that 
were the issue of her strange interior story, her husband preserves with 
reverence and affection the mysterious garment called the Golden 
Fleece. 


THE END. 


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573 


THE TRAVELLING CORRESPONDENT. 
[journalist series.] 

T he way of the travelling newspaper correspondent, like the way 
of the transgressor, is hard ; but there are times when it is made 
by its results very agreeable, even when danger to life and limb besets 
him at every step. If there is one thing more than another that infuses 
spirit and enthusiasm into the correspondent, it is his determination to 
succeed in accomplishing what he is instructed to accomplish. Above all 
things, if he learns that he is on the same special mission as some go- 
ahead rival, he has but one grand object in view from the moment he 
leaves the office with his grip-sack. That object is, to beat’^ the life 
out of the other fellow, cost what it may, legitimately, no matter what 
the trials and tribulations he himself may have to encounter. 

Now, there are newspaper correspondents who sometimes fail, 
although they may be in every respect as good writers, as brave when 
confronted by danger, as resolute to accomplish their work successfully, 
as other newspaper correspondents who invariably succeed. The reason 
for this is a very simple one. The newspaper proprietor is to blame for 
the failures in nine cases out of ten, not the correspondents. It is because 
he doesn’t back up his representative the way he should. The pro- 
prietor who starts him out with economy ringing in his ears and flatly 
tells him that he must keep within a certain financial limit in spite 
of everything ought not to be surprised when his paper is beaten.” 
Fancy an able correspondent finding himself at the very threshold of a 
successful investigation, for instance, of a crime committed miles away 
from railroads and telegraphs, obliged to come to a halt because he 
hasn’t money enough left to hire a horse and no authority to get a 
dollar anywhere. Meanwhile, a rival correspondent is speeding on his 
way behind the fastest team the nearest village can supply. I have 
seen many a bright man outpaced in this way and blackmarked when he 
returned crestfallen to his office, while the newspaper proprietor was 
the sole cause of his miserable failure. 

The proprietor of the paper I was connected with when I was on • 
the missions I will go into detail about to show what were a few of 
the toughest” assignments I ever got is not a newspaper proprietor 
of this kind, by long odds. I refer to James Gordon Bennett. No 
Herald correspondent, honest and true in his purpose to have the best 
account about anything he is specially detailed to write, has ever 
found himself ‘‘ cornered” because of lack of funds when he happened 
to be far beyond every line of communication with his office. He is, 
on the contrary, always armed to the teeth with credit, a signed and 
sealed note-of-hand, which, magnet-like, will draw the needful cash 
from any spot on earth. Some of us have heard what Mr. Bennett’s 
famous father is said to have done when a Herald correspondent 
doing” the Prince of Wales’s travels in Canada many years ago laid 
a Bible down before the telegraph operator, and, pointing to the first 


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page, said, Begin there/’ It was by this ruse that the correspond- 
ent held the wire while his rivals had to wait long after midnight 
till he had his copy” ready as a legitimate modern continuation of 
the book of Genesis. It is said that six hundred dollars’ worth of 
Genesis reached the Herald office before that ^^copy” was ready. 

Telegraph the whole Bible, if necessary,” was the flashing order that 
came over the wires from Bennett, Sr., when the correspondent had 
made the situation plain to him. Yet I doubt if that circulation of 
the Bible by telegraph would have ever had a beginning but for the 
full-sweep letter of credit that was laid before the operator alongside the 
good book. The present Mr. Bennett would have done the same thing 
under the same circumstances, as I know from experience of his liber- 
ality and his pluck, two qualities, after all, which a newspaper pro- 
prietor nowadays must have, else the ablest correspondent on his staff 
is likely to go under some day through no fault of his own. 

But now as to some of my ‘‘ tough” assignments, and how they 
came about. Take the great Chicago fire as the first, although not the 
strongest, illustration. I was in New York when the news came of 
the calamity. The regular resident correspondents there had sent good 
specials concerning the events of the first day, and I received orders 
in writing on the second day, Go to Chicago by first train to-day ; 
wire us simply the word ^Here’ when you arrive there. Spare no 
expense, go anywhere and by any mode of travel, to get all the news. 
Picture graphically what you see, so that Herald readers will have, as 
they read, the burning city before their eyes. At the same time, bear 
in mind that while graphic picturing of scenes makes attractive reading, 
what the people all over the world want to know are factSy facts , 
FACTS.” 

The train I left New York on was crowded with Chicago merchants 
or their New York agents, and I became through them pretty well 
acquainted, before I got there, with Chicago streets and the site of the 
fire. The soft side of a floor in a real-estate man’s office was my 
Chicago bed the first night I spent there, my valise was my pillow, and 
my landlord was one of the travellers I had met on the train from New 
York. Things went along pretty well until I found that the telegraph 
offices would not let any newspaper specials interfere with the messages 
* being sent by thousands in distress to friends in the East asking for 
succor. What was to be done? I managed to get a few despatches 
on the wires, the right of way being given to the Associated Press, 
but they were meagre. I hit it. Twice a day I sent a messenger to 
Cleveland, Ohio, and there my stufip” was put on the wires. Every 
word I sent via Cleveland I handed in on clean duplicate copy to the 
besieged Chicago office, so as to test my far-away plan of sending the 
despatches. But a few words of the specials would have reached the 
Herald direct from the Chicago office on the first two days after my 
arrival in time to get into the paper the day after they were sent. 
After that, things went smoothly. To accomplish the work, I had a 
horse at my door every day and night, and two men with horses ready 
at a moment’s call to rush to the depots with copy and to scour about 
with me for the latest news of importance relating to the fire-fiend’s 


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devastation. Hiring a special engine, too, with a copy” messenger 
to Cleveland, was a costly undertaking. Many a time at night while 
groping my way along streets lighted on both sides by the smouldering 
fires, I heard the click of’ a gun and Who goes there?” from a sen- 
tinel. Thanks to General Sheridan, who gave me a pass, my copy 
and myself were let go our ways uninjured. It was when he gave me 
that pass that I saw Sheridan for the last time. Do you smoke ?” 
he asked me, in a gruff way, as he signed it. You do, eh? Well, 
don’t light your cigar when you’re prowling around at night in this 
neighborhood. Something painful may suddenly put your light out.” 
I never smoked at night after that till I got to New York. Had I 
done otherwise, I might have met the same fate one of the city officials 
did who walked into a side alley to light his cigar one night. He was 
shot dead by one of the watchers. 

When Tilden was at the height of his fight against the Tweed ring, 
everybody in the State of New York, in September, 1871, had his 
eyes on the election of delegates to the State Convention which was 
to be held in Rochester. About two weeks before the date fixed 
for the Convention, which was to be held in the first week of Octo- 
ber, I was given a list of leading Democrats who resided in different 
parts of the State. Get the views of every one of these men as to 
what action the Convention should take regarding Tweed, ” were my 
instructions. It was late at night when I was handed the order. I 
saw at a glance that many of the men lived far apart and far beyond 
the “ beaten roads of travel.” The prospect of covering in two weeks 
the total distance in search of them, to say nothing, if I found them, 
of having time to write out in full the views that would be required 
from each man, appalled me. In fact, failure must have stamped 
itself on my countenance as I looked over the list, for Mr. Bennett 
q uietly remarked, I had better send somebody else : I see you cannot 
cover the ground in time.” I felt the blood rush to my face. As my 
teeth clinched I tried to suppress my feelings in saying, If I cannot 
do this, no one else can.” Mr. Bennett laughed, and said, in his quick 
way, Well, go : those interviews must be published before the Con- 
vention meets. If the men say what I think they will say, Tweed 
and his followers will be driven out of the Convention, and the Herald 
will have put a heavy nail in the coffin of the Tammany ring.” 

Go I did ; I didn’t even go home for a grip-sack ; and half an hour 
later I was whirling on my way on the Central Railroad. It so 
happened that it rained nearly every day after I had started, and, as 
much of my travelling had to be done on horseback, or in ramshackle 
wagons over rough country roads, in order to make time between out- 
of-the-way places where teams were not seen frequently, I had little rest. 
From the time I left New York till I reached Albany on my return I 
did not take off my clothes once. Indeed, I did not go to bed at all. 
A dash of cold water in my face and a hasty rub of a brush over my 
head was my daily and nightly toilet. An hour or two on a sofa, 
stretched weary, worn, and generally wet from head to foot, afforded 
me a little doze. It was travel, travel, TRAVEL, then write, write, 
WRITE, and after writing till the ‘Svee hours of morn” in a dingy 


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country inn and at times in a fine city hotel, my only exercise, off 
a horse’s back, a buggy’s stretch-board, or a seat in a car, was the 
dash I made for the main post-office to catch the earliest mail. Very 
often I had to bunch my points of search in my interview campaign so 
as to capture two or three men on the same day who were miles apart. 
When this bunching became four or five I had to call a halt at some inn 
or hotel, and, instead of resting^ go to work with the knowledge that I 
was not only three or four columns behind, but had many miles yet 
to cover, and many men yet to find. 

But all’s well that ends well. Three days before the Convention 
met I had accomplished my work ; but, strange as it may seem, from 
the time I left New York till then I had not seen a New York news- 
paper. I had had something else to do than read “ home” papers ; 
and even when I reached Albany on my return to New York I was so 
fagged out that I didn’t even go into the reading-room of the hotel. 
I took a bath, and for the first time in two weeks went to bed, not, 
however, until — seeing myself before the mirror pale as a ghost, hag- 
gard and hollow-eyed, my linen collar bedraggled and of the color of 
dark-brown paper, and my coat of every color not in the rainbow^ — 
I had wondered how on earth the hotel proprietor ever let a room to 
such a tramp ! I slept the sleep that knows no waking” for hours, 
and arose as fresh as a lark. 

In clean linen and a brand-new suit of clothes I felt like a new man 
when I went to breakfast” — at dinner-time. Thus much up to this 
point for my work as a travelling correspondent on that trip ; but who 
knew what work I had done? The thought immediately occurred to 
me to get a file of the Herald from the time I had left New York. I 
got one, and rummaged over it. As I rummaged I became nearly 
crazy, and as I finished the rummaging I really think I was crazy. 
There was not a line of any of my letters anywhere. What had 
become of them ? I had not during my lightning trip received a word 
from the Herald office. I rushed to the hotel office and examined the 
despatches on the counter. There was one for me. How eagerly I 
opened it! but I thought I should faint when I read it. It said 
nothing about having received anything from me during my travels, 
but simply this : When you reach Albany return at once to Koches- 
ter and join hands with Ashley W. Cole and M. J. Kelly, whom you 
will find there.” I was broken-hearted : on my way home to be thus 
shuffled back mercilessly galled me to the quick. But it was well that 
— true Herald man like — I obeyed orders and took the first train for 
Rochester; for Tilden was on that train, and he gave me an insight 
into his great plan of battle to oust the Tammany contingent. Tweed 
and his followers arrived at Rochester the same night we did. 

On the night before the Convention there was a grand hustle 
among the agents of both sides for the New York train that would 
have the New York papers of that day. I noticed that Tilden’s men 
got huge piles of tihe Herald and set to work marking the same 
column with a blue-pencil circle. I took up a copy. In the flash of 
an eye I was the happiest man in the United States. There, under a 
display heading that reached to within a quarter of a column of the 


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577 


bottom of a page, were fifteen solid columns of my letters. Talk of a 
man dreaming that he had lost all his family in a railroad collision and 
suddenly waking up to find his wife and little ones playing tag round 
the parlor table, — such a man’s joy was something like mine. My 
work as a travelling correspondent without a night’s full rest or 
undressing once in two weeks had not been a failure, and Uncle Sam’s 
mails had not played me false. 

Although many of the rural delegates had come without having 
made up their minds what to do with Tweed till they had heard what 
the party big guns” all over the State had to say, they were not 
forgotten by Tilden the day the Convention met. It was the interview 
with Horatio Seymour that his agents had been blue-pencil-circling the 
night before, and every delegate from city or country when he went to 
his breakfast before the Convention met found a blue-pencilled Herald 
beside him. Tweed and his delegates were not thrown out by the 
Convention, but in order not to be kicked out they presented a com- 
munication in which they ‘‘waived the right to participate in the 
proceedings,” and made no attempt to be formally recognized. The 
following was one of the reasons given in the Ring’s manifesto why 
its delegates “ waived the right” to be seated : “We cannot ignore the 
fact that grave charges involving the official integrity of certain promi- 
nent members of the Tammany Hall General Committee have been 
made by the opposition press calculated to prejudice the people of the 
State against said organization.” Well, we all know what the “oppo- 
sition press” did on the election day that followed that Convention, and 
how it managed to “ prejudice the people of the State” against the Ring 
robbers. Mr. Bennett’s prediction was practically fulfilled. 

I could fill volumes showing what a travelling correspondent does 
not hesitate to do in obeying orders. In 1868 I was making a tour of 
some of the Southern States, especially with a view of getting at the 
bottom of the doings of the Ku-Klux, fairly and squarely, without 
bias. Sometimes I had to sleep in a negro’s cabin on the road-side 
in a lonely part of the country ; at other times I fared well at city 
hotels. Had I known when I started from New York what I was 
expected to do, I think I would have shown the “white feather.” I 
was, in starting, simply told to go to Nashville and attend a convention 
that was to be held there. When I arrived I found orders for me 
which said, “ You will make a tour of these States, and avoid, when 
possible, the beaten roads of travel,” and then the details were given as 
to what I should do. This meant an across-the-country cut, evidently. 
Well, I went to Nashville, expecting to return in three days. I never 
left the South for several months, thanks to that “ avoid the beaten 
roads of travel” order. But I will give only one incident of this 
“ tough” assignment, to show what a correspondent has to do to succeed 
sometimes, even at the risk of his life. 

I managed to get Fort Pillow Forrest, the famous Confederate 
cavalry officer, to consent to talk to me fully about the Ku-Klux. I 
was in Nashville, and he was in Memphis. I had to meet him on a 
certain day, otherwise my great opportunity was gone. Besides, I knew 
that a Cincinnati newspaper-man was then on his way to Memphis for 
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THE TRAVELLING CORRESPONDENT. 


the same purpose. That knowledge of itself made me desperate. I 
left Nashville one evening, but during the journey, to my dismay, the 
train broke down. I found that the only way I could make up for 
lost time was to walk several miles ; but I was warned that I should 
have to cross a rocky stream on the narrow side-planking of a huge 
trestle several hundred feet long and thirty or forty feet high. I did 
the walking well till I reached that trestle. It was a shaky affair, and 
I wonder how on earth a train in those days ever got over it safely, 
after the wear and tear it had got from war transportation work. For- 
tunately, the moon was shining and the sky was clear. I used my 
grip-sack as a balance medium at times, and was fully half-way over, 
when I heard a whistle blow and the low rumble of a train behind the 
cliffs ahead of me. It was a single track I was walking on, too. I 
don’t know, but I think my hair stood on end like needles : anyhow, 
I felt as if somebody had suddenly pulled them up by the roots and 
then dropped a piece of ice down my back. 

There was a slight curve at the end of the trestle, towards which I 
was making my way, and I could then see no train. But I saw it 
soon enough. The shimmering of the head-light through the trees 
away beyond the trestle grew brighter, and the rumble of the cars 
grew louder and louder. There was no time to be lost. The engineer 
could never see me until he struck the trestle, and then all the brakes 
in the world couldn’t stop the train from rushing over where I stood. 
Well, that train went completely over me, yet I met Forrest the next 
day, dined with him, and had a three-column interview with him on 
the wires twenty-four hours afterwards, which interview, I am happy 
to say, Henry Watterson, the brilliant editor of the Louisville Courier 
Journal, copied in his paper with big head-lines when he saw it in the 
Herald. 

Now let me say that, although that train went over me, the only 
damage it did was to make me drop the grip-sack in the stream on 
the rocks below. My only safety was not to follow the grip-sack ; and 
yet if I didn’t would I not be crushed by the cars? It w^as a ques- 
tion of policy that had to be settled as quick as lightning. Across the 
track, reaching from rail to rail, there were iron brace-rods about two 
feet apart, on almost a dead level with the lower part of the beams on 
which the rails rested. With both hands I grasped hold of one of these 
before the train reached me, and clung to it as if it was a trapeze, 
with my body swinging above the stream, but of course below the 
tracks. Eichard was himself again when the cars had swept by, and, 
as I’ve said, I was able to fulfil my Forrest mission. 

I shall never forget, as long as I live, how one day I became a 
travelling correspondent much against my will at the start, and won a 
great victory finally, not only to outdo my rivals, but to get even” 
with Uncle Sam for what I considered an outrage. My rivals this 
time were Herald men, for I was at the time on the World, when 
Dave Croly was managing editor and Manton Marble was the editor- 
in-chief. In fact, I was a neophyte in the business : I had not been in 
the traces over ten months. Two United States gunboats, the Algon- 
quin and the Winooski, had been for weeks tied to the dock at the navy- 


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579 


yard, Brooklyn, and had been under steam all the time, and a perpet- 
ual test was being made of their engines, which were of different styles. 
It was determined one day to send the vessels on Long Island Sound 
and find out not only how the engines would work, but which vessel' 
would travel the faster. In fact, it was to be a United States govern- 
ment race and no mistake. 

I was detailed to go on one of the boats as a casual observer. I 
was at ease on the Algonquin, until, after passing through Hell Gate 
on our way out to the Sound, where the engine-test was to begin, I was 
suddenly but courteously invited by the commander to step down and 
out with the pilot, who would be happy to take me ashore free of cost. 
In a word, I had no permit from the Navy Department to go with the 
gunboat. Now, as I left behind me two Herald men, permit-equipped, 
who over the sides of the rail gigglingly bade me a tender au revoir, 
I felt madder than a March hare. It was at this point I was made 
a travelling correspondent, — from the steamer to the shore, — much 
against my will at the start. 

Did I go to the office to ask Dave Croly to denounce the United 
States government for infringing upon what my youthful mind re- 
garded as “ the rights of the press^^ ? I felt very much like it ; but I 
was so maddened by the sight of my rivals sailing away complacently 
on that little man-of-war that I didn’t. The two gunboats in their 
test of speed on their return to New York would, I knew, have to 
pass Sands’ Point, opposite New Rochelle. A bright idea came into 
my head. Thanks to Croly, I had a pocketful of money. One 
hour’s ride on a train took me to New Rochelle. A perfect fleet of 
valuable yachts were moored there for the winter, and nearly every 
one had an old salt” for ^ keeper. Harboring myself in an inn 
where hot rum was plentiful, I soon had many friends. The old 
salts” knew all about Long Island Sound, and the way I was taught 
to scale a rope ladder to a mast-head, and occasionally during the day 
scan the horizon with the glasses, made me feel that a sailor’s life was 
not a very bad one after all. But the weather set in very cold, even 
for the middle of February, and when the ropes became ice-laden my 
watch-tower was far from attractive. 

One evening, when it was quite hazy, I could see dimly with the 
glasses from the top-mast yard a steam vessel ploughing along in the 
distance that looked unlike any of the tugs or other craft I had seen 
from time to time forging by. ‘‘ That’s one of the gunboats,” ex- 
claimed the grim sailor-man at my side. There was a little tug wait- 
ing for me in the harbor with steam up. In a half-hour, on board of 
that tug, I was alongside of the gunboat. Facts, figures, and incidents 
of the trip I got plentifully, and in return delighted the men on board 
(who apprehended that in the fog of the night before the other gun- 
boat might have passed Sands’ Point) with the information that their 
opponent had not passed. 

It was late at night before I left New Rochelle. Hours had 
passed from the time I had hailed the first gunboat. The other had 
not yet come in sight when I got on the train for New York. It was 
easy now to tell which boat had won the race. I had the grim satis- 


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MY PERSIAN PRAYER-RUG. 


faction early the next morning of handing to my two rivals, after they 
had reached the Brooklyn Navy-Yard, a copy of my paper with a long 
report of the trip of the gunboat that won the race. By the time they 
had been able slowly to creep through a dense fog after lying off 
City Island for quite a while and arrive at the navy-yard, their paper 
had gone to press. I became a Herald man very shortly after this 
good luck. Getting even with Uncle Sam for snubbing me made me 
as happy as did the beat’^ I secured. 

W. J. C. Meighan. 


MY PERSIAN PRAYER-RUG, 

M ade smooth some centuries ago 
By praying Eastern devotees. 

Blurred by those dusky naked feet. 

And somewhat worn by shuffling knees, 
In Ispahan, 

It lies upon my modern floor. 

And no one prays there any more. 

It never felt the worldly tread 
Of smart bottineSy high-heeled and red. 

In Ispahan. 

And no one prays there now* I said ? 

Ah, well, that was a hasty word. 

Once, with my face upon its woof, 

A fiercer prayer it never heard 
In Ispahan. 

But still I live who prayed that night 
That death might come ere came the light. 
Did any soul, in black despair. 

Breathe, crouching here, that reckless prayer 
In Ispahan ? 

Perhaps. I trust that Heaven lent 
A kinder ear to him than me. 

If some brown sufferer, weeping, begged 
To have his wretched soul set free, 

In Ispahan. 

I fancy I shall like to meet 

The dead who prayed here, and whose feet 

Wore this rich carpet dim and frayed. 

Peace to your souls, 0 friends, who prayed 
In Ispahan. 


Anne Reeve Aldrich. 


AN INTERCEPTED HEIRESS. 


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AN INTERCEPTED HEIRESS. 



“ I DON’T THINK I COULD STAND A GUARDY.” 


I. 

TF garbled quotations are admissible, you can’t do it, you know.” 

JL “ And why not?” the lady inquired with some disdain. She was 
very young, more than tolerably pretty, and unmistakably Western. 

“Because it wouldn’t do; it wouldn’t do at all. You see, the 
Daisy Miller and Fair Barbarian business is out of date. Europe isn’t 
California. They wouldn’t know what to make of you over there ; 
you would probably come in contact with the police. In those be- 
nighted regions female loveliness, when solitary and undefended, is not 
appreciated as with us. You simply can’t do it.” 

“ And what’s to prevent me from trying it, if I choose ?” Her 


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well-shaped nose was still in the air, and her whole bearing spoke 
independence, not to say defiance. 

Your own sober second thought, and your filial affection. Your 
grandmother is your fit refuge, and she is pining for you. After that 
venerable ancestress, I am your nearest living relative and natural 
guardian.’^ 

‘ Sardine,’ we called it,” said this ill-regulated young person. I 
wouldn’t try that on if I were you. You are endurable as a cousin, 
but I don’t think I could stand a guardy. Yes, I suppose I ought 
to go and see granny : I hardly remember her at all. But I can’t stay 
there long — and I won’t be bossed by her or anybody : you may as 
well understand that first as last. You see, I am used to having my 
own way, and I mean to go on having it. Father never interfered with 
me much, and nobody else has a right to. Besides, I want to travel. 
I want to go to Edinburgh and the south of France, and St. Peters- 
burg and Monte Carlo, and Norway and the Nile — and those places. 
Only, I do hate the sea. Our summer place was right on it, and I got 
so awfully tired of it.” 

That is a drawback to foreign travel, certainly. You might go 
to Mexico or Canada ; but the former is not very near, and the latter 
would perhaps fail to interest a young lady of such pronounced tastes.” 

These suggestions she promptly negatived. She had seen ‘^greasers” 
enough on her native heath, and she had an idea that Chinamen, of 
whom she disapproved, came into the States through the Dominion. 

Mr. Capers, though a man of resources and anxious to oblige, was 
somewhat perplexed. ‘‘ As to travel,” he suggested, “ I should think 
you had had enough of it for a while. Why, you have just crossed 
the continent.” 

That’s nothing. The Rockies are so tiresome, and the prairies 
are so flat. You see, I don’t like extremes, and I’ve seen plenty of 
big mountains at home, — the Yosemite and all that; we used to go 
about a good deal. But the last part of this trip was rather nice — in 
this State, I think. What I want is moderate scenery — nice little hills 
and dales, and banks and braes like those of Bonnie Doon, you know, 
and valleys that are not great horrid ravines, and cottages and things.” 

‘‘ I see ; something smiling and pastoral. My dear Miss Joy ” 

Oh, you can call me Retty, and I shall call you Cousin John. I 
hate ceremony.” 

Well, I was about to say that those are my sentiments exactly; 
you are a most sensible young woman. Now, Retty, I know what will 
suit you to a T. The country about Philadelphia, and indeed the 
eastern half of the State, is just what you want, and it must be looking 
lovely now. Why should people rush from their own land when 
they haven’t' seen what is in it? Fortunately, I am at leisure at 
present,” — Mr. Capers omitted to state that this was his normal con- 
dition, — and thus able to attend to your case. We will go to 
grandma’s, do up the city and the suburbs, and then take little jaunts 
here and there, in doses to fit your complaint. Yes, let us be mod- 
erate, by all means.” 

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dancing. ^‘But you objected to my travelling alone. 'Bo you think 
it will be quite proper, with just you and nobody else? You see, you 
are not my father nor my brother.’’ 

Unhappily, no.” Mr. Capers braced him- 
self to an act of heroic self-denial ; is it less, 
when an elderly and well-preserved bachelor 
avows his age to a very young and attractive 
damsel ? But I am old enough to be your 
father, with a margin. And in the lack of 
fathers and brothers, a cousin may be a toler- 
able 'pis-aller. We can take 
family Bible along to prove it, in 
case anybody should object ; or, if 
you have any scruples, you might 
pretend to be my niece. If you 
prefer a feminine chaperon — but 


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our family is so absurdly small, and 
the ladies of my acquaintance are all 
occupied with the fashion-plates or with 
their children. Besides, they might be ob- 
trusive; they would want to form and direct 
you. I think you will find me more amenable.” 
“ Oh, gracious, I can’t have a woman med- 
dling and fussing over me. You will be much nicer. 
Mind, I am to have my own way in everything. 
She smiled sweetly upon her relative, feeling a well- 
grounded confidence that she could manage him with ease. Then she 
assumed a pretty air of mingled resignation and doubt. Well, let 
us go to granny’s. I hope she will let me alone, and not bother. 
Do you think she will approve this — this arrangement?” 


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“ I am certain of it,” he replied with more than the dignity of his 
years. She has every confidence in me. You see, she has known 
me from infancy.” 

II. 

Mr. John Capers is a gentleman of easy circumstances and still 
easier temper, fond of novelty and mild adventure, and by no means 
averse to the society of the sex when his cherished liberty is not en- 
dangered. He found amusement in studying his young relative, who 
presented such a combination of ignorance and knowledge, recklessness 
and shrewdness, wilfulness and amiability, as might be looked for in a 
girl to whom nature and fortune had been liberal, and who had scarcely 
known restraint. ‘‘Spoiled” she certainly was, yet not wholly so; 
beneath her frank eccentricities could be seen the germs of a sound 
heart and an adult mind. “ She will make an orthodox member of 
society some day,” said the old bachelor to himself with a half-sigh, 
“and a tip-top mother to some fellow^s children — full measure and 
some pints or inches to spare.” As he explained to a friend at the 
Coaching Club, after the brief episode of his guardianship had ended, 
“ She was tender in the mouth, and liable to shy, but never balked or 
kicked, with proper handling. Only, you had to let her go her own 
gait ; she never needed the whip, and the curb she would not bear.” 

They explored the city of Penn, which is a larger town than 
Loretta had previously known ; they drove through the leafy lanes of 
Germantown, and along the wooded banks of Wissahickon. One day 
they were turning homeward from the Park, when a hat was raised, 
and a gentleman in an outward-bound carriage bowed and, as Capers 
thought, stared unduly hard. Of the stranger he caught but a passing 
glance ; but he noted that his companion flushed, and then paled. Five 
minutes later she said, “ I think IVe had enough of this. Cousin John. 
Grandma means well, but it’s time to move on. You promised, you 
know ” 

“ Certainly. Would you like to go to Atlantic City?” 

“ It’s all water there, isn’t it ?” 

“ On one side. But there’s a fine board walk several miles long, 
and a good deal of sand, and some palatial hotels.” 

“ I don’t care for the sea. We might try New York.” 

“By all means. You’ll not find it as pleasant as this; a noisy, 
crowded place, where all the people are in trade, and rush about 
furiously from dawn to midnight, for fear they won’t make enough to 
pay their rent. But it has some fair streets and theatres, and a nice 
little Park — not to compare with ours, of course ; the poor creatures 
haven’t any room for comfort. Most of them are forced to cross in the 
ferry-boats to get a place to sleep, and numbers are pushed overboard 
and drowned. Still, it is but fair to give the metropolis a chance. In- 
stead of the ocean blue we’ll take the Royal Blue, and avoid the perils 
of the deep — till we get to New York.” 

When they were settled in the vestibule car, and past the wilder- 
ness of factories and sheds and vacant lots that mark the outskirts of a 
great city, he said, “ Now, Petty, you want to keep your eyes open and 


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take in this wealth of historic associations and modern improvements. 
There is the old Logan homestead, with its private graveyard — a 
thing now rarely found.” 



STENTON (THE LOGAN HOMESTEAD), WAYNE JUNCTION. 


“ They are common enough out West. Why, IVe read of men, 
single men, too, who kept their own, and filled them — with their 
enemies.” 

“ You probably refer to the editor of the Arizona Kicker. Did you 
ever see any near San Francisco ?” 

‘^No, not just there. But tell me, did that place belong to Logan 
the Indian, who made the speech that is in the books?” 

Not precisely ; a namesake, and perhaps a blood-brother. This 
one was a governor, and a great man generally : he founded the Uni- 
versity, and the Library, and what not.” 

Did he found Fairmount Water- Works, and the Park, and this 
railroad ?” 

‘‘ They came a little later, I think. Presently you will see the 
house once occupied by Lucretia Mott, and the seats of several of our 
first families. Here, at Oak Lane, is a superior settlement of Queen 
Anne dwellings, combining the charms of the country with the luxuries 
of the city — every modern convenience, even a casino and a base-ball 
ground. Think of it !” 

“Pshaw! weVe got all that at home. Show me something inter- 
esting.” 

“ You are now past the city line, and liable to arrest by the local 
constabulary if you make irreverent remarks. Look at those fine old 
colonial mansions, and those venerable beeches and elms.” 

“ The houses are very nice. The trees are nothing to our redwoods.” 

“ But you don’t like big things, you know; I invite your attention 
to these b^use they are moderate. — This used to be Shoemakertown, 




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but such simple-minded names will no longer pass, so they call it 
Ogontz. Beneath yon lordly roof, once the abode of a famous capi- 
talist, the highest polish is now applied to feminine intellects and man- 
ners. By the way, if you should desire to finish your education ’’ 

“ I ran away from three schools in California,^^ said the girl de- 
cisively. 

“But they don’t know that here, so you could probably be ad- 
mitted. Consider the advantages : there is a seminary for young gen- 
tlemen close by.” 

“ Oh, boys !” she exclaimed with great contempt. “ I hope I am 
past the age for them. Why don’t you offer me a doll ?” 

“ I offer you instead a view of Chelten Hills, where the Postmas- 
ter-General snatches a brief respite from the cares of state and of com- 
plicated private transactions. His place cost only a million or so. 
You have perhaps heard of Mr. Wanamaker? Yes? I am glad the 
school-master has penetrated so far into the wild and wondrous West. — 
We ought to go over this region in a slow train or a stage-coach, if 
there are any left ; it presents so much to improve our minds. Here 
is Jenkintown, a considerable place, and the residence of some noted 
people. How many trains a day do you suppose they have to the 
city ?” 

“ Oh, perhaps a dozen.” 

“That might answer in the West: no less than sixty-three. The 
inhabitants can run down for an early bath in the Delaware, come 
home and put on their business clothes, go to town again to get shaved, 
return for breakfast, and so on all day long.” 

Mr. Capers cherished the mistaken idea that persiflage of this sort 
may minister to a mind diseased. He saw that his companion had her 
own thoughts, and he knew too much to meddle with them ; so he 
pointed out the beauties of the Huntingdon Valley, with its villas and 
hotels and grounds for picnics and camp-meetings. “ All this,” he 
said, “ is one great outlying suburb, suited to pious folk who don’t care 
for the opera and want to escape from the politicians. Sober, sedate 
people like you and me could spend the summer here very com- 
fortably.” 

Miss Joy roused herself a little, and tried to be interested in the 
Neshaminy Creek and its cascade. “ Yes,” she said, “ if one could get 
away from everything and everybody and just live in the woods !” 

“We will find the lodge in the wilderness later,” her cousin re- 
plied. “ As yet, we are in the busy haunts of men. It is now the 
correct thing for you to note one of the triumphs of modern engineer- 
ing.” He discoursed on the river view from the long bridge at 
Yardley. “ This is the easiest and safest foreign trip we could take,” 
he remarked. “ You may have heard that some authorities regard 
New Jersey as outside the Union.” 

The girl made an honest effort to rally. “That is a chestnut. 
The State did its share for independence ; I’ve read about its battles 
and its sufferings. Didn’t Washington cross the Delaware somewhere 
near here?” 

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have since been made ; they have a state-house there now, and several 
eminent legislators, besides a bridge and fair railroad facilities. As 
these advantages did not exist for our army and its general, he probably 
found it best to get back into Pennsylvania. Oh, was it the other 



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way? Well, he wanted to encourage the people about here, and show 
them how to become fathers of their country without fibbing. There 
is an old Revolutionary church yonder, at Ewing.’^ 

Is that where the minister brought out the hymn-books for wad- 
ding, and cried, ^Give ^em Watts, boys’ 

‘^I shouldn’t wonder if it was. We’ll call this the one, anyway.” 

A little farther on Miss Joy complained that the scenery was very 
moderate — almost like the prairies.” 

Yes, even moderation may run to extremes. You should see it 
to the south of this — the most productive region in the world, for 
sand and cranberries. But Jersey is a fine State — for Jerseymen. It 
has the huge advantage of being between two big cities. In the way 
of railroads — connecting these two — it is unsurpassed. The natives 
can emigrate in youth at small expense, and become merchant princes. 
Here we cross several tracks, at Bound Brook. And now for the 
other set of suburbs.” 

III. 

Loretta endeavored to do her duty by New York ; but her taste 
was for the suburban and the rural. You see,” she explained, I’m 
in mourning, and I don’t want to meet people, and quiet places are best 
for me just now.” Yet no place suited her long. The loneliness which 


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ajSlicts the stranger in a great city seemed to depress her spirit. Shop- 
ping — believe it if you can — had no charms for her; the Park and the 
Boulevard were more congenial than Broadway and the avenues; 
and she even withdrew her protest against the ocean, and submitted to 
excursions among the resorts which breathe its highly flavored air. 
Besponsive to the suggestions of her faithful escort, she distributed 
languid approval over the lovely shores of Staten Island, the ancient 
roofs of Shrewsbury, and the breezes of the Navesink Eiver. She 
saw the twin light-houses that mark the last highland on the Atlan- 
tic coast, flung by some caprice of Nature two hundred miles south- 
west from its natural New England home. She toiled across the 
sandy spit which protects these regions, gathered a few shells, dropped 
them, and cast an unavailing line into the breakers, with a view to 
fish. She drove past the cottage where Garfield died, and — with in- 
tervals — along the beach from Seabright to Sea Girt; but she per 
versely refused to be interested in the structures wherewith man’s 
luxury-loving enterprise defies the tides : as she remarked, they would 
probably all be washed away some stormy night. 

At length — they were sitting on a hotel piazza — her feelings found 
vent in an un-Byronic apostrophe. There you go, with your ever- 
lasting bellowing, you horrid Old Thing ! Why can’t you be quiet 
once in a while? What is the good of all your noise and foolish- 
ness ? Why ” 

But Mr. Capers was aghast at so much irreverence. My dear !” 
he remonstrated, these are not sentiments appropriate to this solemn 
scene. Remember, people in general ” 

I don’t care for people in general ; I am a person in particular. 
What do they come here for, anyway ? At home we had at least 
some rocks with it, and trees, and grass. This is so stupid. When 
you have listened to it for half an hour, and taken one dip in it and 
got the nasty salt in your eyes and your hair, you know all there is in 
it. Let’s go away.” 

The season was early, the nights were cool as yet, and they had 
kept their rooms in New York. Returning somewhat discouraged 
from the last of these semi-marine jaunts, Mr. Capers found a card in 
their private parlor. Mr. William J. Baxter,” he read : who’s he? 
Retty, is this for you ?” 

“ I suppose so,” she said ; but she did not offer to touch the bit of 
pasteboard. 

Her next remark was a surprise — which proves that Mr. John 
Capers was not the all-round philosopher he fancied himself. Come, 
let’s get out of this.” 

Why, my dear, we were to see Mansfield to-night, and go to Coney 
Island to-morrow. There are lots of things to do about here yet.” 

I’m tired of this town. But you can stay if you like. I’ll ask 
the clerk to get me a berth on the first steamer for Europe. They sail 
every day, I know.” 

There was nothing to do but obey, though Mr. Capers liked New 
York better than he cared to admit, and would fain have lingered. 

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No, not yet. Anywhere else, so long as it is right away.^’ 

‘‘We might get to Bethlehem to-night, but you will miss the 
scenery. Oh, it will keep ? Yes, 

I presume it will — like the things 
we haven’t seen here.” 

IV. 

Having bestowed his charge 
safely in the parlor car, he retired 
sulkily to its rear compartment, 
musing on the caprices of Woman. 

But two good cigars and the en- 
livening conversation of a high-class 
drummer on the way to Buffalo re- 
stored his equanimity. “ Betty,” 
said he, as he settled on the opposite seat, “ I must prepare your mind 
for the place you are bound to.” 

“ Oh, you needn’t,” she replied. “ I’ve read about Bethlehem.” 

“ In the Bible, probably. This isn’t the one — though it was 




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started with a sanguine view to imitation. It has since become secu- 
larized.” 

She felt that some amends were due him ; and how could these 
be better made than by accepting his little pleasantries with Chris- 



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tian forbearance ? Yes,” she said gently, I’ve heard of the Mora- 
vians.” 

“ I shouldn’t wonder. They’ve had several fair press notices, and 
even been mentioned in bound volumes. But you mustn’t judge them 
by Balestier’s novel ; they are well past that stage now.” 

Pshaw!” she exclaimed, somewhat nettled. ^^Do you think I 
read nothing but novels? Why, there’s that hymn of the Moravian 
nuns. We used to speak it at school.” 

He smiled superior. Longfellow was a little off there. They 
weren’t nuns at all — only Sisters. But you shall see their old houses 
to-morrow, and we’ll look up the Revolutionary associations, and medi- 
tate among the tombs of the early bishops and their Indian converts. 
It is the most interesting graveyard in the Middle States. You see. 
Count Zinzendorf ” 

Oh, yes. He was asleep in a wigwam, and a snake came out and 
didn’t bite him.” 

«Tust so. I suppose our ancestors, for several generations, imbibed 
that story with their mothers’ milk. Well, these towns — there are 
three of them, and some people in the biggest were ashamed of the 
name, and tried to change it lately ” 

‘^Gracious!” said the girl. ‘^Did they care nothing for the Past? 
What idiots I” 

^‘So others thought. Well, besides the antiquities, they have a 
river, and a creek with a few well-preserved trout, and a nice little 
mountain, and two as handsome residence streets as any town of the 
size can show, and some palatial mansions worthy, if not of dukes, at 
least of the lower orders of nobility ” 

Barons, perhaps,” Miss Joy suggested. Coal barons.” 

Exactly. Retty, you are improving fast since you came East.” 

It must be your society that does it,” she said. 

“Naturally. But about these towns. There is a famous school, 
and a big engineer-factory with extra-fine grounds and buildings, and a 
good deal of industry and traffic, both of muscle and brain. We have 
come from New York : we could go right on to Niagara and the West. 
We can switch off south to Philadelphia, or north and east — to Hali- 
fax, for what I know. Bethlehem is a great railway centre — for a 
small place. Two roads begin or end there, two more go through. 
They are all under one management now : in fact, there are only two 
roads of importance in the eastern part of the state. There were four 
or five, but one of them gobbled up most of the others. In your 
native sand-lots, you may have heard Dennis Kearney and his suc- 
cessors howl against monopoly ; and yet naturalists tell us that it is a 
common thing for small snakes to creep inside of big ones, to get out 
of the cold. The principle of consolidation ” 

“Oh, let me off that, please,” the girl pleaded. “What are all 
these lights?” 

“ The government works, where they make the big guns, to be 
ready for the next war with Chili. This is part of one of the largest 
mills in the world. Its buildings will accompany us through the 
remainder of this journey— you smile, but it is so; and its flames, with 


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the reddening of the sky they produce, serve belated Bethlehemites as 
a pillar of fire by night, and preserve them — if they can walk reason- 
ably well — from perishing in the canal and the river. On this account 
the Iron Company is considered a main support of the local prosperity. 
We will go through the Works to-morrow evening.” 

“ Not if I know it,” the lady replied with decision. Do you 
want to burn me up, with their hot iron and things? You can go if 
you like, and get a ladleful spilt in your shoe ; but I shall stay at the 
hotel and read about the old Moravians.” 


V. 

The next day they wandered among the sacred places of the most 
innocent sect in Christendom. In these Loretta showed interest 
beyond her wont, as well she might. Yes,” said her guide, lifting 
his hat as they stood before an antique and well-kept grave, ^Hhey 
were persecuted, and they only turned the other cheek. Never were 
purer or more primitive missionaries. These flat and humble stones 



“WOODED CALYPSO AND CURVING BANKS.” 


attest their unworldly spirit. It were too much to expect their de- 
scendants to be like them; and yet some are laboring now in the 
West Indies, on the Mosquito coast, in God-forsaken regions where no 
praise or pudding is to be earned — or none on earth. Let us move 
on ; the air here is too fine for us.” 

They passed to the newer cemetery, where sleeps much less vener- 
able dust, dear to thousands yet above ground. The visitors had seen 


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no lovelier God’s Acre. Beneath the cliff trains rumble and canal-boats 
glide; above, all is silence, and shade, and a growing forest of white 
marble. 

Between the narrow homes of the dead and the abodes of the living 
is no disharmony, no abrupt and painful contrast : they are neighbors 
and friends, who have long dwelt side by side. The old town is tran- 
quillized by the presence of its oldest denizens : all is neat, sedate, 
restful. Villas in the modern style are interspersed with the low, 
white-shuttered, green-blinded relics of the past. It is so much 
nicer than the city !” the girl sighed. 

They crossed the river by the old covered bridge, and found them- 
selves in a region of lawns and country-houses. On one side, a 
hundred feet beneath, the Lehigh glittered around wooded Calypso 
and curving banks ; on the other, exaggerated by an intervening vale, 
the mountain loomed. ‘^It is beautiful,” she said; but her restless 
mood returned. Let us go up there, away from the people.” 

The wood-cutters have a monopoly of it ; but to take in the best 
places is an eight-mile walk, and — can you climb?” 

Can’t I ! I can climb higher than anything you can show me 
here. And as for walking, I can tire you out.” 

And so it proved. They skirted the fairest of college parks, 
crossed a moor tenanted chiefly by geese and goats, and mounted 
through a thin wood, sad remnant of the primeval forest. You call 
this a mountain?” Miss Joy inquired with some contempt, as they 
neared the top. 

By courtesy : it is as well as we can do hereabouts. These ridges 
were made for you; they are so gentle and decorous and moderate. 
You can’t get lost; there are paths everywhere, which nobody uses. 
You can’t fall down a precipice, for there are none. But look yonder.” 

Before them stretched eighty miles of the Blue Ridge; behind 
them lay the lovely valley of the Saucon, shut in by eastern hills. 
“ That way we go home : you see the cars as they wind below us. 
This way” — he turned to the north — when you want to see the 
White Mountains and the Maine coast, we will go by the Pough- 
keepsie bridge.” 

Why, I thought people went by New York.” 

If they do, it is over those dangerous ferries. There was a man 
in my regiment, a good soldier too, but prudent. Once, after the war, 
he had to go to Camden. Well, he took the cars to Trenton, and down 
on the other side : fact. Short of Albany, yonder is the only all-rail 
route to New England.” 

I don’t want to go there yet. There are so many pretty places 
about here.” 

They drove to lonesome Friedensville, to see the monstrous 
engine, now still and useless, and the deep ponds, where a man’s body 
was dived for in vain, and lay hid all winter ; and thence to the Big 
Rock,” back of Allentown. You’ll not like this,” said the master of 
ceremonies ; “ it is too abrupt, too violent for your taste. And yet it 
is funny to look down on those farming-teams six hundred feet below ; 
we might almost jump on them from here.” 


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won’t tiy. Do more people come here than to the other 
mountain ?” 

A thousand to one. There comes a party now.” 

And yet that is the finer view.” 

But this has the name of it — which is the main thing in scenery, 
as in authorship. Besides, here, just below, is the Washington profile. 



“thence to the ‘big rock’ (BAUER’S), BACK OF ALLENTOWN.’ 


thirty feet from brow to chin. It would pass for any of our great- 
grandfathers.” 

They took the cars one day for the Wind Gap and Roscommon, 
in the Blue Mountains, and the next to Easton, town of as many hills 
and more streams than early Rome. After the view from Paxinosa, 
they walked a mile along the narrowing ridge to a finer landscape yet, 
which every-day tourists do not see. 

Cousin John,” said the girl suddenly, as they sat on a rock that 
overhangs the local St. Anthony’s Nose and commands the Avinding 
Delaware north and south, “do you believe marriage is a failure?” 

“ I never tried it. Ask me something easier.” 

“Well, do you think life is worth living?” 

“Good heavens, child ! who put you up to that? Why, if one 
has youth, and health, and good looks, and plenty of cash, and an easy 
conscience, and a cheerful disposition, and no troubles or annoyances, 
— yes, probably ; Avhy not ? If you play your cards right, the game 
might be worth the candle. You have every advantage.” 

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I don’t know/’ she said ; I don’t know.” And that was all she 
would say about it. 

VI. 

“There,” said Mr. Capers as the train rounded the curve, “is 
where we sat the other day, by the prehistoric, pit. A dead tree used 
to mark the highest point, but some fool has cut it down. All this 
is the Saucon Valley, where Muhlenberg preached in a log church a 
hundred and fifty years ago. Here is Quakertown, settled, they say, 
by Germans of Penn’s persuasion. Next, the Perkasie tunnel. Now, 

if Mr. Baxter were here ” but the roar of the train drowned his 

voice, and her blushes, if any, were hid by the friendly darkness. 

As they slowed up for Lansdale, he again ventured on the danger- 
ous topic. “ Did you ever think of the advantages of branch lines ? 
Why, if Mr. Baxter were after us, we would only have to slip on our 
brigand hats and cloaks, jump from this car into that one on the other 
track, and off to Doylestown.” 

This time she gave him a look which induced him to change the 
subject. 

“Here are North Wales, Gwynedd, and Penllyn. One might 
think a W’^elshman or two had been here formerly, but it doesn’t seem 
likely. Next, the historic Fort Washington ” 

“ Yes,” she said sweetly. “ Which battles of the Eevolution were 
fought here, please ?” 

“ When we get liome,” he replied with dignity, “ we will look in 
the Cyclopaedia. I haven’t got one about me.” 

“ No, really ? I thought you had. You are such a mine of infor- 
mation, you know.” And thus she secured a respite for the brief 
remainder of the journey. 

“ Good gracious !” she exclaimed on alighting : “ to think of getting 
out in the street and between rows of cars like this. The idea ! Sup- 
pose it rained ! And what a fusty station !” 

“ Don’t block the way for the other passengers, my dear. They 
have simply outgrown their accommodations. All this is obsolescent, 
a sad survival of the past, now tottering to unhonored extinction. 
A little later you would land in a gorgeous new d6p6t, after looking 
into the upper windows of the houses for a mile. It will beat the L 
roads of New York. Progress, Miss Joy, is our watchword. But, 
our chariot with outriders not being here, we will take a hack.” 

When Loretta had gone to her room, her grandmother approached 
Mr. Capers with an anxious face. “ I must consult you, John. I fear 
she has got into a scrape.” 

“ If she has, we must get her out of it. What sort of a scrape?” 

“ Why, a man was here soon after you left ; I told him you were 
in New York. Then a letter came ; I didn’t forward it, because you had 
left no directions ; she has it now. And he was here again yesterday, 
and very pressing.” 

“ What sort of a man ?” 

“Oh, he’s handsome enough, and well dressed, and all that; a 
gentleman, I suppose; a Mr. Baxter. John, you must see to this; I 
can’t manage Betty. Oh, dear !” 


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Don’t worry. I’ll attend to it.” But he felt that this was more 
easily said than done. 

That afternoon Miss Joy had no communications to make, and 
seemed abstracted. After dinner her kinsman sought refuge at his 
club, and was soon joined by a friend, who said, Capers, a man here 
wants to meet you ; Baxter, from San Francisco.” 

He’s all right, I suppose ?” 

“Seems so; properly introduced, and that; pretty good fellow. 
Shall I bring him in ?” 

Formalities concluded, the two men sat down with their cigars in 
a corner, and eyed each other. The stranger was about thirty, tall. 



“the two men eyed each other.” 


dark, well knit, with a prosperous and resolute air. “ I’ll come to the 
point at once,” he said. “ Miss Joy is under your charge, I learn. I 
am an old friend, and have claims upon her. Difficulties seem to have 
been put in the way of our meeting. I must see her at once.” 

Mr. Capers took a long whiff, sent forth the smoke in circles, 
and watched them ascend to the ceiling. “As to that, sir, the lady is 
her own mistress — very much so. She is with her nearest relatives. 
Having known her as you say, you can judge that any one who tried 
to confine, or restrain, or in any way coerce her, would have a large 
contract on his hands. The remark, I may add, applies both ways.” 

“ To be frank,” said the other, “ we’ve been engaged near a year, 
and this is all blank foolishness — I mean her running away and 
dodging about like this. Her father approved the arrangement, and 


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you can just bet she hadn’t anything to say against it. I mean to 
call to-morrow. Have you any objections ?” 

I ? Not the least. So far as I know, she will see whom she 
pleases, and go where she likes. You understand that? Good. Has 
it occurred to you that she may possibly have changed her mind ?” 

That’s all right — at least. I’ll risk it. You’ve had experience of 
women, I may take for granted. I ask no favors, and want only what 
I’m entitled to — but what I want I generally get. Give me five 
minutes with her, and there will be no more trouble.” 

Five hundred, if she says so. I don’t see that we need quarrel,” 
this easy guardian admitted ; his visitor’s cool confidence had made an 
impression. You row your own boat, and I paddle her canoe only 
when she wants me to — that’s settled. Did you know she was bound 
for Europe when I persuaded her to stop on this side ?” 

By Jove ! I’m immensely obliged to you for intercepting her. 
Allow me to set ’em up.” He called to one of the club servants, and 
gave an order. Think of a girl of her appearance, and her bank 
account, among all those dashed sharpers and adventurers !” 

Just so,” Mr. Capers observed. But, from what you say, you 
are likely to get ahead of me in the intercepting line.” 

Frederic M. Bird. 


DOVETAIL. 

“ TT^HAT-NOT^^ of carving in teak wood, 
Temple of grace, of workmanship rare. 
Of beauty complete ; 

Monument, silently boasting 
All patience and marvellous skill, 

With true art replete; 

Built without nail, without hammer. 

Smooth without scar, without wound, 

Polished like glass ; 

Strong in the strength of all fitness. 

Tempered and tried in time’s test. 

Finished, to pass. 

Such clever fitting ! Such perfect finish ! 

Alas ! for us — builders of life, 

With our skill. 

With what hammers and nails. 

What patches, and scars, and wounds. 

Do we kill ! 


M. F. W. 


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PERSONAL ECONOMICS IN OUR COLLEGES. 

T here is something jarring to culture and refinement in the 
phrases “ money-making’’ and money-getting.” They bespeak 
a seriously practical world, in which the hoarder and schemer find 
room, — a world of turmoil, where refinement is not a requirement to 
advancement. In short, it is not the world the young graduate has 
been preparing for. His college training has told him of something 
infinitely better and more joyous. There he has learned that there is 
something nobler than the acquisition of wealth, — that the attainment 
of a correct and refined literary taste will bring delight and joy which 
wealth alone could never grasp. 

The curriculum as now pursued in our colleges leads the student up 
to some just appreciation of intellectual possibilities : it wakens in him 
trains of thought new and fascinating, it lays bare centuries of intel- 
lectual growth and scholarship, it tells of the ancient and modern treas- 
ures of art and elevates him to some just conception of them, it broad- 
ens his nature, it gives ambition a new and grander meaning, and then 
sends him out in the world to be bewildered for want of some training 
in how to win. The financial problem of life he is left to solve alone, 
unaided by any discipline. How often then are the forces wasted, the 
energies used to wrong ends, youth wrecked on unknown rocks ! The 
load which seemed the easiest of all to carry proves the weightiest one, 
and sinking beneath it he declares, with Hamlet, the time is out of 
joint.” 

Shall this be regarded as the result of a native proneness to ex- 
travagance or to vagabondism ? May it not be that there is something 
wanting in our educational methods which is really the prime cause? 
Shall the whole subject be dismissed with “ prudence is to the few,” — 
money-saving and money-spending are peculiar characteristics of the 
individual,” — rectitude and vagabondism are each innate qualities” ? 
If so, is not a fatalism reached which, -accepted to the limit, would 
overthrow our educational system completely? 

In the effort to teach the student that there are other ambitions 
than those of money-making, has not the college overreached itself and 
offered a premium on vagabondism? Does not the fact that the aver- 
age professional man is indifferent to the creating of an available surplus 
prove this need of instruction in personal economics ? 

It is not to be inferred that among the studies of the curriculum 
there should be embraced that of the desirability of the acquisition of 
wealth : such acquisition may seriously be questioned. There is a plane, 
however, between wealth and vagabondism which is higher than either. 
For want of a better term, it may be called financial ease. To attain 
it is within the province of all, providing they commence active life 
with correct theories ; and within its scope is a life of discipline. 

Surely, as we read the daily papers, we are startled at the great 
number of failures per week. Hundreds upon hundreds are wrecking 


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all their possibilities of worth to society and the world, millions are 
being squandered and remain unaccounted for, misery and crime follow 
as a natural sequence, and one catastrophe after another finds its climax 
in suicide. If it be possible that proper training in our colleges can 
avert some of this disaster, it is quite time we commenced it. Failure 
in business, resulting in financial ruin, is becoming a loathsome disease 
throughout our land, and partakes of the nature of an epidemic. It 
tends to blast the best impulses of heart and brain, smother affection, 
dethrone honor, and blot integrity from language. 

The ethics of principle demand that he who is dependent upon a 
salary should live within it. The ethics of common sense go a little 
further, and say, count only that salary earned which is received. The 
science of finance, so far as it pertains to personal economics, goes still 
further, and teaches that as a wise general confident of victory holds 
fresh troops in reserve, and even outlines a way for retreat, so must one 
direct his campaign in practical life in order that he may be prepared 
to meet contingencies likely to arise, and to take advantage of oppor- 
tunities which offer. These contingencies require money to overcome, — 
these opportunities money to secure. The young man should not flatter 
himself that the enjoyment of spending money can compensate for the 
exhausting of the reserve. 

Starting in a profession, the first years are devoted to the study of 
one’s art rather than to the accumulation of a money reserve. So large 
an intellectual reserve is required that all efforts are naturally directed 
to this end. The danger is proneness to anticipate the increase of in- 
come to continue in a geometrical ratio, and to commence borrowing and 
spending accordingly. Hopeful youth carries these financial burdens 
easily at first ; but, as it sees one golden bubble after another burst, and 
the borrowing from Peter to pay Paul carried to such an extent that it 
numbers among its friends neither Peters nor Pauls, then its salvation 
from moral wreck can only be averted by a miracle. But such miracles 
are like unchartered harbors ; they seldom present themselves to vessels 
wrestling with angry seas. Moral wrecks follow, leaving the intellec- 
tualities undisturbed, it may be ; yet half life’s best force is lost when 
vagabondism seizes the helm. The world is full of such moral wrecks, 
who will tell you that the only thing society refuses to excuse is impe- 
cuniosity. Their experience teaches the truth of this conclusion, and it 
were folly to attempt to deny its correctness. Neither is this peculiar 
to our age or time. Even Horace, in one of his epistles to Msecenas, 
written to teach that virtue is better than money, that a good conscience 
and a contented, independent mind are superior to all worldly goods, 
declares that these deductions are at variance with the opinions and 
conduct of the multitude, whose refrain is, — 

- Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace. 

If not, by any means get wealth and place. 

{Pope's translation,) 

Bulwer, in his fine creation of Alfred Evelyn, who is made to 
reflect the world’s philosophy, has his hero reply, when told by Graves 


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that the people are saying of him everything that is bad on account of 
his gambling, — 

“ Cant ! It was not criminal to gamble ; it was criminal to lose. 
Look you, Graves, had I ruined Smooth instead of myself, every hand 
would have grasped mine still more cordially, and every lip would have 
smiled congratulations on my success. Tut, tut, man! I have not 
been rich and poor for nothing. The vices and the virtues of this 
world are written in a language it cannot construe : it reads them in a 
vile translation, and the translators are failure and success.’^ 

This is not the philosophy of the young man at his start in life : 
only the force of circumstances can compel him to accept it. And this 
done, instead of being guided by honest purpose, his plans partake of 
the nature of conspiracies, and are schemes for liis own advancement 
over, it may even be, the ruin of his associates and friends. 

Passing now from the moral principles which underlie true financial 
advancement, and granting that one has started right and has accumu- 
lated from his savings something with a view of becoming his own 
master, he finds himself brought fully abreast of the subject by the 
question. How shall he invest? What instruction and what philosophy 
can aid him ? He has saved with a view to the end ; now, how shall 
he reach it? Having learned the alphabet, and some of the elementary 
lessons in the grammar, he finds himself about to enter the mazes of 
the literature of finance. Its unwritten literature, which would treat 
of the growth of the world since man has kept a record of events, could 
tell how cities have been built ; what industries and what commerce made 
them possible ; how the dark recesses of the earth have been penetrated, 
and her riches laid bare ; what stimulus has been given labor, and how it 
has been aggrandized so that instead of the slave toiling beneath his 
master’s lash we have the honest labor of the intelligent freeman ; how 
the streams have gone and go singing to the sea, casting shuttles back 
and forth; how inventions have sprung and are springing from a thou- 
sand brains; how distance has been annihilated by the practical work- 
ings of theories devised by intelligent thought ; how the use of a force 
of nature, electricity, has given to the grass and the foliage of the trees 
of our parks their wonted hues in the night-time, and banished night 
from the earth. 

If engaged in business, one may find, without much search, in some 
line branching out from his own, desirable investments for his surplus 
capital. It may be in the helping of an inventor to complete some 
device whose merit and value are readily recognized ; it may be in some 
enterprise closely allied to his own business. 

To the professional man, and to all men, innumerable schemes and 
enterprises are being presented, and it is the province of this science of 
personal economics to teach one how to determine which of them may 
possess merit. Some of the axioms of the science have already been 
hinted at, and the principal ones on which it rests may be condensed 
into the following : 

He only invests wisely who invests intelligently. 

He only invests intelligently who understands the nature of his 
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He who invests his own money should respect the conclusions of 
his own philosophy. 

Trust is requisite, and his own brains must determine who and what 
is worthy of trust. 

Early successes should be taken soberly and thoughtfully. 

He truly wins who wins by judgment. 

He wins unworthily who wins by chance. 

He merits success who honors success. 

He honors success who remembers his stewardship. 

He remembers his stewardship who seeks to elevate and help man- 
kind. 

To understand the full force of these axioms requires service ; but 
to be disciplined in them at college would save one from a thousand 
follies and dangers. Simple as they may seem to the experienced, fail- 
ure in the making of good investments can always be traced to their 
non-observance. 

Between the investor and the enterprise his money fosters are found 
too many intermediaries who offer to do all the thinking ; and the 
average investor of small sums has been too ready to throw aside 
responsibility and accept their conclusions without following the argu- 
ment himself. Personal economics should teach self-reliance, and the 
need of each and every investor’s working out the problem for himself, 
— becoming an actual factor in progress. 

One thing may be noted here, and that is, that some difficulties 
will naturally be experienced in shaping the course of instruction in 
this science. Some experiments are to be tried, and modifications 
must be made from time to time of projected plans in order that the 
graduate may be so disciplined as to go out in the world, feeling, 
believing, knowing, financial ease to be absolutely essential to his suc- 
cess, and to seek to reach it, and then guard it as sacredly as his 
professional honor. 

The theme is too complicated to receive anything like exhaustive 
treatment in a magazine article, and so I have touched only upon its 
more elementary axioms and principles. I do not claim that the rigid 
following of the laws of a sound system of finance, as pertains to in- 
dividual advancement, will necessarily lead to wealth and affiuence. 
That may be the result, but it is not the end. But I do claim that 
this practice would save one from a world of anxiety which tends to 
check moral and intellectual growth. I believe firmly in the good 
resulting from the drill of the class-room. Principles on which a true 
philosophy is to be built are broader than isolated facts, and these 
principles can best be mastered during the quiet days of college life. 
Experience teaches facts, not principles, and one’s logic too often de- 
duces from facts false premises, on which he founds a false philosophy. 

The methods one learns in college as to habits of thought, study, 
and analysis follow him through life. The foundations there laid 
determine the possibilities of the structure. This financial problem is, 
in spite of all our theories, paramount to all others. Financial ease 
does not mean wealth, but it meads untroubled minds. It means time 
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or profession. It means a clear eye and an honest self-respect. It 
means peaceful slumber at night, and joy in the new day. It means 
enjoyment, interest, and delight in all the amenities of life. It means 
strength to overcome disappointment. It means that life is worth 
living. It means the possibility of unblemished manhood. Within 
its scope we find the ethics of all honest purpose. It is unlike rare 
intellectual gifts, because it is attainable by all. To the colleges of 
our land we look to start those it has had in its keeping right. On 
them we throw the responsibility of this instruction, and expect them 
to accept it as willingly as that of correctly teaching the science of 
mathematics. Ignorance of personal eeonomics ought to mark the 
line of the false discipline from the true ; and when so recognized, one 
may hope that honesty in all the business relations of life shall become 
more than a virtue, — that it shall also be an absolute requirement for 
success. 

Floyd B. Wilson. 


WAKENING. 

T he broad white curve of the beach, 

That lies like a bended arm ; 

The amorous waves that seem ever a-reach 
To kiss it and die a-calm ; 

And still the hovering sky. 

And still the splendid day, 

And the far white sails, and the sea-gulPs cry. 

And the sun-path over the bay. 

How many and many a time 

Have I questioned the stranded shells 
If they knew, perchance, of the magical clime 
Where the answer of dreaming dwells ! 

And, harking the water^s kiss. 

Content have I dreamed alone. 

In the glorious thrall of a day like this. 

And a wistful want unknown. 

There speed the out-bound ships. 

Here lieth the sunshine warm. 

With the spent waves pressing their curling lips. 

On the white shore’s bended arm. 

Then for what is the day more fair ? 

Why bluer the deeps of space? 

Oh, the sun on the gold of a woman’s hair, — 

The love in her eyes, — her face ! 

Charles Washington Coleman. 


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BICYCLING, 

[ATHLETIC SERIES.] 

We claim a great utility, that daily must increase ; 

We claim from inactivity a sensible release ; 

A constant mental, physical, and moral help we feel. 

That bids us turn enthusiasts, and cry, “ God bless the wheel 

T hus sang win Carleton — the incom- 
parable ‘‘ Wiir^ — eight years ago. He 
was singing of a sport and recreation then 
in its infancy, struggling for popular recog- 
nition against formidable prejudices. His 
was the song prophetic, no less than of the 
poet. The mental, moral, and physical 
possibilities inherent in the exercise and 
pastime of bicycling were from the begin- 
ning a guarantee of its speedy recognition 
and adoption by a nation of practical people 
who count utility a first virtue, and inac- 
tivity a vice. 

Bicycles were first made known to the 
American public at the Centennial Exhibition through an English 
exhibitor ; and no longer than ten years ago a rider was an object of 
curiosity in any part of the country. In a single decade the sterling 
value and fascinating delights of the new candidate in the field of 
athletic pastime have attracted a constituency that already outnumbers 
the active devotees of any other branch of out-door sport. The number 
of active bicycle-riders in the United States — not including children ; 
their name is legion — is estimated at one hundred and twenty thousand, 
consisting chiefly of the bright young manhood and womanhood of the 
land, whose ever-expanding wants have attracted into the cycle-manu- 
facturing industry a capital of fifteen million dollars. 

A knowledge of these simple facts can but stimulate the reflective 
reader to a degree of curiosity concerning the attractiveness of a form 
of exercise believed by eminent physicians and a host of robust witnesses 
who once were invalids to be beneficial from more points of view than 
any other form of exercise known to man. 

Physically, socially, morally, intellectually, commercially, this grand 
pastime has already been of incalculable benefit to mankind ; and the 
probabilities of expansion along these and other vital lines of human 
concern are beyond compute. 

The secret of the phenomenal growth of cycling lies in the fact that 
most people find it necessary or convenient to health or pleasure to take 
out-door exercise of some sort, and that in this, as in every other thing, 
merit of a superior sort wins. Bicycle-riding has won its spurs as a 
remedy for so many physical and mental ills, that this entire number of 



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UppincoWs Monthly Magazine might easily be filled with testimonials 
from grateful members of society who have been restored from liver/^ 
dyspepsia, insomnia, nervous exhaustion, and the like, to robust health 
by judicious indulgence in this noble recreation. 

A common error with the uninformed is to suppose that bicycling 
exercises no other part of the body, to any extent, than the legs. As a 
matter of fact, every muscle of the body, every fibre of the vital man, 
is brought into healthful play. It is doubtful if any other form of 
exercise can compare with bicycle-riding in the pure country air, in the 
fair and equal distribution of physical elfort and mental alertness. 

Should this brief paper, and these apparently sanguine assertions, 
arrest the attention of lawyer, doctor, minister, banker, editor, professor, 
teacher, whose sedentary mode of life has conjured into being enemies 
of the kind above enumerated, he will find in the bicycle a remedy that 
never fails. Throw away all nostrums. Give ^‘health-lifts,” “Swedish 
movements,” massage treatment, Turkish baths, and in-door-exercise 
fads of all kinds, a month’s 
holiday. Invest one hundred 
and fifty dollars in a high- 
grade safety bicycle. The 
always mistaken idea that bi- 
cycling is a boyish pastime has 
been exploded for your benefit 
years ago. No matter how 
erudite and dignified a mem- 
ber of society you may be, you 
will find among enthusiastic 
riders of the modern Pegasus 
members of your own profes- 
sion still more learned, still 
more dignified in bearing. 

You are to be congratulated 
in advance on the admirable 

provisions to meet your case that have come into the field with the rush 
of trade and keen competition of agents and manufacturers. A few 
years ago your preliminary course of treatment would have been an 
“ ordinary” or high-wheel machine, a secluded spot where none might 
see, and a performance so acrobatic in character that you might well 
have been wrecked on the rock of dignity and given it up in despair. 
The modern “safety,” however, has changed all that. Its invention 
has brought cycle-riding and health and happiness to thousands who 
hesitated to essay the mastery of the higher form of wheel, with its 
possibilities of “ headers,” bruised shins, and injured dignity. 

The agent who sells you the machine now has a riding-school 
annex to his store, and part of his business is to teach customers to ride, 
free of charge. A half-dozen short lessons in the privacy of the riding- 
school, and the deed is done. A new world of pleasure, hitherto as 
unknown and untasted by you as the fruits and nectars of the gods, is 
at your feet. Like the butterfly newly emerged from the chrysalis, you 
have suddenly developed wings. Where before you crept about on legs, 



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you now, with less exertion of the sort that wearies, glide swiftly hither 
and thither, sipping with strange delight the dew and honey of health 
from pleasures the very existence of which is unknown, even unsus- 
pected, by people who do not ride the bicycle. The sensation of skim- 
ming across country at the rate of ten or fifteen miles an hour is but a 
short remove from that of aerial flight, the dream of the future. The 
effect is electrical on all the functions of mind and body. The collapsed 
nerves tingle and thrill with the effervescence of a new sensation ; mind 
and body alike are quickened into renewed life ; the blood courses 
through the veins as it never has since you, a boy of twelve, attended 
your first circus. The alchemy of the new order of things has poured 
a bottle of champagne down your throat without putting you to the 

trouble of paying for it or 
breaking the seal. You only 
discover it by the effects ; and 
to this particular brand you 
will find no sort of objection 
on the following morning. 

The moment the rider 
mounts a bicycle, there comes 
a complete change in both 
mental and muscular exercise. 
The sensitive steed exacts the 
attention of both the mind and 
the body of its rider. Every 
muscle responds to the neces- 
sity of maintaining equilib- 
rium and propulsion ; the eye 
quickens, mechanically, on the 
alert to avoid obstacles or 
-rough places in the road. An 
error of judgment means 
trouble ; for, unlike the horse 
of flesh and blood, the bicycle 
knows nothing of the law 
of self-preservation. Rapid 
thought, quick judgment, 
prompt action in a hundred little ways, are both voluntarily and intui- 
tively imposed upon the wheelman in the course of an hour’s ride. The 
cares and worry of social, business, or domestic affairs can find no room 
in the mind of the man on a bicycle. The brain, no less than the eyes 
and the muscles of the body, is enlisted into sympathetic action with 
the movements of the sensitive vehicle beneath the rider, who thus gets 
away from himself” most effectually. The brooding cobwebs of the 
brain are swept away in the tide of quickened, oxygenated blood that 
courses through the veins in response to the new spirit of breath and 
action. 

The respiratory organs are exercised with healthful vigor by the 
bicycler in a manner that is believed to be peculiarly beneficial, owing 
to the resting position of the hands on the handles, by which more than 



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the ordinary play of lung-action is secured. The muscles of the back 
and the abdominal region are exercised and strengthened in bicycle- 
riding as in no other form of popular exercise. After the novice has 
mastered his first riding-school efforts, the movements of maintaining 
the bicycle erect are, it is true, scarcely more voluntary than in walk- 
ing ; but the exercise is none the less — indeed, all the more — beneficial 
on that account. 

Medical authorities recommend bicycle-riding for sluggish liver, 
that bane of sedentary men, claiming that the pedalling action of the 
legs pumps a vigorous circulation of blood that puts the recalcitrant 
organ to rights as nothing else can. As for the digestive organs, a 
wheelman’s appetite” is rapidly becoming a household word in the 
land ; and among the fraternity the capacity of a bicycler’s appetite has 
long been a stock subject for wit and repartee. The man who takes a 
daily spin into the country on a bicycle need never fear the ogre of 
dyspepsia. The average wheelman can eat and drink anything with 
an impunity surpassed only by the ostrich and the Harlem breed of 
goat. The writer, indeed, knows a bicycler who eats books ! — but 
thereby hangs a tale too long for this occasion. In the early days, 
when the prejudices of the horse and his driver ran counter to the new 
invention, the wheelman’s voracious appetite as exemplified at wayside 
hostelries was the most frequent raillery brought to bear against him 
by his accusers, who hardly suspected that they were thus saying more 
in praise of the enemy than anything he himself could possibly say. 

Voices have been heard in the past, decrying the bicycle as the cause 
of this or that ailment or the collapse of somebody’s health ; but when- 
ever anything of the kind has happened it has always been proved to 
be due to some remarkable piece of folly on the part of the rider in 
attempting feats of speed or endurance far beyond his strength. On 
the other side are always to be found thousands who have discovered 
in the reasonable and judicious use of the bicycle a new and pleasant 
road to health and enjoyment. Physicians are unanimous in its praise, 
and ‘‘ bicycle” is now so often prescribed by the family physician that 
the wheel ought, in very justice, to be given an honorable place in the 
Pharmacopoeia. 

The bicycle has also long since been recognized as a new social 
force, its peculiar mission being, apparently, to break down the barriers 
and prejudices of caste and exclusiveness. There is among wheelmen 
a freemasonry that has nothing to do with orders, degrees, and lodges, 
and which is a subtle property inherent in the recreation of cycling. 
A wheelman touring through the country finds his wheel an aid to a 
sociable reception and kindly recognition among fellow-cyclers as surely 
as ever mystic sign and grip rallied around the travelling Freemason 
friends in need. A wheelman on his travels never feels lonely and 
friendless in a strange town. For his benefit there is an unwritten 
law, known to the fraternity of the wheel, by virtue of which the latch- 
strings of the local bicycle clubs hang out for him to pull, and, entering, 
count himself at home. The writer well remembers, one day, when 
riding through a strange city, unwittingly violating some municipal 
ordinance in regard to speed. A policeman pounced on me, and was 


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leading the way to the station ; but hardly had we started when a local 
bicycler, seeing a member of the fraternity in distress, promptly came 
to the rescue, and, accompanying us to the police-station, saved me 
from a fine by testifying that I was a stranger and had consequently 
violated the ordinance through ignorance. 

In Europe the social aspect of the recreation is more pronounced 
than here. The wheel has worked wonders in bridging the gulf be- 
tween lord and commoner among our transatlantic kinsfolk. 

Heretofore when my Lord Willoughby of Willoughby Castle met 
young Tompkins the tradesman’s son on the road, the former was on 
horseback and the latter afoot. Tompkins looked inferior and felt it, 
whilst Willoughby looked down on him as naturally in one respect 
as in another. By and by, however, both Willoughby and Tompkins 
bought bicycles, and both happened to alight for refreshments at the 
same wayside inn. They were naturally interested in each other’s 
mounts, for they rode rival types of machine, and were curious to lea^n 



something from each other’s experiences. From being interested in 
Tompkins’s wheel, Willoughby, after meeting him several times on 
the road, gradually became interested in Tompkins himself, and was 
agreeably surprised to find that he was not half a bad fellow, and much 
better worth knowing than he had been brought up to suppose. 

That IS the story, in a nutshell, of the great social revolution that 
IS being worked out through the benign agency of the bicycle, and 
whi^ IS certainly not the least of the many good points in its favor. 

On the score of utility the bicycle occupies an enviable plane 
whilst yet the era of its useful employment in the serious pursuits of 
peace and war is but fairly begun. The rural postmen of England of 
India, and of several European countries are now mounted on bicycles ■ 
firms employing messengers find it vastly to their interests to supply 
them with wheels, experience proving that a messenger with a bicvcle 
can do the work of three on foot. ^ 


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For several years past, cyclist infantry have taken part in English 
military manoeuvres. Volunteer cycle corps are thoroughly recognized 
as an efficient branch of the service by the British War Office, and 
they have an official drill-book. It has been ascertained by careful 
estimates that the relative expense of the cyclist volunteer and the 
cavalryman is fifteen dollars per year for the former against two hun- 
dred and twenty-five dollars for the horseman. So palpable are the 
advantages of the employment of cycles in war that Sir Evelyn Wood 
recently advocated the sanction by Parliament of a volunteer cyclist 
force of twenty thousand men. In every European army cyclists are 
now largely employed as orderlies in garrison towns and large summer 
camps, having been found, after many tests of speed and endurance, far 
superior to horsemen. 

Our own military authorities, though handicapped by inferior roads 
as compared with Europe, are awakening to the importance of this 
new aid in war. The National Guard of Connecticut employs a bicycle 
signal corps, which at their annual encampment last year performed 
their duties remarkably well; and the Twenty-Second New York 
Regiment commenced the New Year (1892) with the formation of a 
bicycle corps. 

So many, indeed, are the advantages of cycling that in preparing 
so brief a paper the difficulty is not in finding nothing to say, but in 
selecting from a plethora of material and important facts. One feels 
tempted to point out that the most remarkable journeys on record have 
been on bicycles ; that enthusiastic young riders have formed a cen- 
tury club’’ which none can join who have not ridden a hundred miles 
in a day, and to which several hundred men and a number of ladies 
already belong ; that twelve thousand five hundred and fifty-two miles 
were ridden by one young man last year; that two Americans are 
now ill the wilds of Asia, riding round the world ; that hundreds 
of clergymen habitually ride their wheels to church, and hundreds 
of doctors visit their patients awheel. 

But all these and numberless other points must give way, in order 
that a word may be said of that wonderful creation of the past five 
years, the bicycling girl, whom all admit to be the most fascinating 
result of the new pastime. 

For the bicycling girl, the nearest approach to a winged cherub 
that tantalizing fate permits within the reach of mortal eye, the world 
is indebted to the “ safety.” Five years ago, the prophet who should 
have predicted the spectacle of thousands of 1892 ladies riding bicycles 
would have been mobbed by innumerable Mrs. Grundies. Even now 
the voice of bigotry is occasionally heard crying in the wilderness, — 
lone voices, however, that count as nothing against the overwhelming 
testimony of the girl riders themselves, their fond mothers and watchful 
family physicians. 

But a short time ago, at a meeting of homoeopathic physicians in 
Chicago, it was unanimously decided that bicycle-riding was one of 
the most wholesome and exhilarating forms of exercise that women can 
indulge in.” More than a score of mothers whose daughters were 
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case no injurious effects had been found ; but, on the contrary, seveml 
girls of weakly constitution had been made strong and robust. In 
some cases, ailments and weaknesses peculiar to the sex had been per- 
manently cured by reasonable and judicious bicycling. 

Grundy, indeed, has retired on discretion ; for one of the latest items 
fi’om the wheel world tells of a dear old soul in Cincinnati, over sixty 
years of age, who skims along the streets of Porkopolis on a bicycle, 

threading her way among the 
traffic with ease and safety. 

Why not? — It is the easiest 
thing in the world for a woman 
to learn to ride the ‘Gadies’ 
safety f and all riding- teachers 
agree that women learn quicker 
than men. 

A short time ago a Cin- 
cinnati newspaper offered a 
prize for the best and prettiest 
costume for lady cyclers. The 
costume that won it consists of 
“a divided dress skirt, sup- 
ported from the shoulders by 
ordinary suspenders; a light 
silk blouse, held in position at 
the waist by a rubber band 
inserted in the lower edge ; a 
Windsor tie at the neck; a 
jacket of the same material as 
the dress skirt, cloth or flannel, and suitable material in black, gray, 
navy blue, or brown ; a yachting-cap, and gauntlet gloves. For under- 
wear, a union suit.^^ 

The most hardened and cynical member of the opposite sex has 
but to catch a glimpse of the bicycling girl thus arrayed; he turns 
helplessly round to gaze in admiration at the elfin rider, who glides 
along the asphalt street with the ease and grace of a swallow on the 
wing. It is claimed that the bicycling girl is, all things considered, the 
most irresistible of any. Who can resist the witchery of a creature, in 
form a fairy, in motion a cherub on the wing, who ever seems on the 
point of soaring away skyward to be lost forever to mere human life ? 

Pretty girls, with rosy cheeks of health, the breath of new-mown 
hay, the grace that out-door recreation brings, are none too plenty,” 
sighs the smitten swain. ’Twill never do to let them escape.” Escape, 
however, they seem to be bent on ; and so, reasoning it out that the 
only way to prevent the bicycling girl from soaring away is to take her 
captive and marry her, the result is, another bicycle, another riding- 
lesson, moonlight rides, and — wedding bells. 



Thomas Stevens. 


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I. 

A be SEIGLER, of Seigler^s tavern, lay dead. 

Probably not one in ten of you has ever seen that delicious sleepy 
little place called Middletown. If you have, 1^11 warrant you have 
lodged at SeiglePs place. You have trudged up a dusty road (for you 
would never have thought of going there in winter) bordered with 
willows. You have heard the ripple of a spring near you, and, if you 
have a soul within you, you have stood at the bend of the hill, just 
below the tavern, and, looking back, you have beheld a view of meadow 
and sky and water that has caused you to thank God for the necessity 
that made you energetic. 

Arriving at Seigler’s, you have found accommodations as clean as 
ever tavern offered, for of course you had sense enough to go there in 
the days when Betsey Seigler was still alive. Ah, you sly fellows, there 
isn^t one among you who doesn^t know the advantage of a woman’s 
presence in a household ! You have seen Betsey bustling about in a 
neat print dress, with two glossy braids coiled tightly at her neck. And 
then presently, as the sun goes down, a rural picture, worthy the brush 
of a Claude, has been spread out before your eyes. Above, the sky 
tinted as with the remnants of a painter’s palette, colors bright at first, 
then gradually fading, softly spreading into one another ; below, the 
landscape mellowed by a dying light which casts its rays sideways ; 
about you the dying winds, the distant tinkle of a cow-bell, the hush of 
the insects, the ceasing of the universal hum born of day, — all set you 
a-dreaming. 

It is at such a time that a sudden sound, a sudden touch, illumines 
an unexpected memory. Nothing is changed, and you are holding on 
to some one’s skirts with one chubby hand, just like little Abe Seigler 
there, who clings to his mother’s. The last touch to the poetry of the 
landscape, — a wife, a mother, a child ! 

Down the road they go to meet the returning father. At the gate 
they pause. The mother shields her eyes with one hand and looks up 
the long winding road. The little lad at her side dances impatiently on 
one foot and then on the other. Father’s coming means a ride on a 
firm broad shoulder, high above mother’s head, a supper with plenty of 
syrup and sweet milk, and a romp after. What a glorious life ! 

And you on the porch, — ^you have an uncomfortable feeling. You 
leave your seat and walk up and down, casting uneasy glances towards 
the gate. Finally you have thoughts about life, and then you slip into 
the bar-room. And when you come out you have rid yourself of foolish 
emotions, and the scene at the gate is over. 


II. 

For many years Abe Seigler had been considered a superior man : 
he had the respect of his neighbors, for all the thousand times you 
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might have heard him called close-mouthed and pig-headed. Kespect 
comes with success. A single lucky investment had brought him both. 
Stephen Dossett and Lew Miller had told the story of it endless times, 
— a simple tale, as you shall see. 

Forty-five years before, these two, who had struck up an acquaint- 
ance with Abe Seigler, a German, back East, had arrived with him in 
Middletown. It had been their intention to continue westward, but 
Seigler, the leader of the three by reason of a thousand dollars in his 
hand, after looking about a bit, decided that the place offered a chance 
to make money. Finally, against the advice of Dossett and Miller, 
who, having nothing, did not dare to be daring, he had decided to settle 
in Middletown and build a tavern. This was in the days of coaches ; and 
lo, to cut a long story short, to the width of their vision the venture 
had proved successful. 

Hitherto Seigler had been a genial companion, but now with success 
he assumed an obstinacy, an independence, which, from his complete 
and skilful adoption of them, we should judge were his by nature. It 
would seem that these qualities were not calculated to beget love, yet 
Miller and Dossett through years stayed on at his side. Possibly they 
lacked the courage to move on to uncertainty, possibly they were 
detained by the hope of future benefits from their companion’s success, 
possibly by regard for him : however we may decide, they were known 
far and near as the friends. At first they did odd jobs where they could ; 
then, advancing in dignity as the tavern advanced. Miller became keeper 
of Seigler’s books and bar, while Dossett was installed as sawyer in a 
sawmill which Seigler had built on some creek property. Thus they 
returned in service his provision, and their intimacy, bred on the prin- 
ciple of give and take, grew to unlimited companionship. 

Three times a day they met at meals. Every evening they played 
euchre together, never for more than five cents, never later than nine 
o’clock. They arose with the birds. Do I give the impression that 
their lives were monotonous ? Into these forty-five years they had 
crowded at least marriage and death ; they had fought for dollars and 
they had known men ; they had had their dreams, what matter their 
stuff? We may guess that the touch-stone of one and all was gold. 

With increase to his fortune and custom Abe Seigler had announced 
his intention to take a wife. Almost simultaneously he had gone to 
town and secured one. However, this proved only an event, — not an 
interruption, as Miller and Dossett at first feared it might. 

The three friends continued on together, and Betsey — Seigler’s 
wife was named Betsey — cooked and cleaned for them. She was a 
New England woman, and in her department there was none could 
excel her. She was given exclusive charge of it. It vas voman’s 
vork,” said Seigler, as though washing his hands of it. Indeed, so 
well did she fill her part that they came to forget the time when she 
was not in it. Finally, for Seigler at least, after some years of dis- 
appointment, she filled it perfectly when she brought into that peace- 
ful household an heir, — a little Abe. This was an interruption, and 
the two friends shook their heads over it, as they peeped at it red- 
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Seigler even then) chuckled at sight of his heir, repeating a thousand 
times over, Veil, he vill be a comfort to me in mein old age/^ 

It was characteristic of him that, although he spoke English all day, 
and even thought in English, he had retained as much of his accent as 
though his associates were Germans. He refused to open his ears to 
any differences in pronunciation with an obstinacy that had once made 
his success, but that at any time might make his failure. 

It is all de same — this oder he would say, with a mocking 

gesture. I vas as smart von vay as de oder.’^ 

At night through thin walls could be heard the little Abe’s sharp 
cries, the mother’s gentle hushing voice, the tread of the father’s feet 
carrying his heir up and down the small room, then the gradual feebler 
grunting under the careful soothing tones. 

But how fast he grew ! Before they knew it, they were all stand- 
ing breathless while he took five steps straight into his mother’s arms. 
And then he spoke most wonderful, untranslatable sentences, so clear, 
so plain to the mother’s ear that Miller and Dossett and even Seigler 
stood by in awe at the intelligence of these two, the one who under- 
stood and the other who (how ? when ?) had learned so much. 

And then presently he was trudging to school with dirty books 
strapped under his arm, or out to the fields with Steve and Lew, — 
so he had learned to call them, amid shouts of laughter, — where he 
ordered them about with all the tyranny and inconsideration of a 
young soul. And how the men, one fifty, the other more, rejoiced at 
the little fellow’s companionship ! Age was nothing to him so long as 
they could shout back and hit back, and, so far, outrun him in a race. 

Little Abe wasn’t a forward youth, but with the natural advance 
of his years he came to know more, and he was to be kept at school 
till, in the words of his father, he learned all vat dere vas.” 

Now he had companions of his own age, youths who came up with 
him from the village to walk about the tavern and its grounds, with 
their hands thrust in their pockets and their sharp young eyes travel- 
ling in a single moment over the acres that Abe Seigler had been years 
acquiring. They told young Abe it was a fine place : he could do 
lots with it some day. And they ate the early green apple, biting into 
one cheek and throwing it away for very wantonness, to taste another 
and cast it too beyond, somewhere in the grasses ; and they chased but- 
terflies and held them a moment in dark capture, and then with gay 
laughing gesture set them free. They bathed their hot heads in the 
stream that was always as fresh as if fed by youth itself ; and yet how 
many years had it gurgled there ! And old Seigler, seeing them at 
their boyish sports, would seek with proud eyes his son’s face, while 
the others stood about respectful in the presence of the owner of so much. 

In these days Steve and Lew were not in as great demand by 
the young heir. There were many things, he had begun to discover, 
better understood by young heads than by old. How should he talk 
to them about the world and how he meant to see it? What should 
they know, they who had been buried for years and years in Middle- 
town ? He’d have to teach them first. He looked at them sitting in 
their shirt-sleeves caressing their pipes. They were good old men, no 


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doubt of that, but, pshaw ! their lives were over. So he weut to them 
when he wanted a bit of wood sawed, or a basket to fill with some 
precious new fruit for some maiden or other, whose name even was a 
secret, — how a youthful heart loves and cherishes the affection that he 
keeps hidden ! — or occasionally (with years that comes too) for an extra 
penny to help out the allowance that he had overreached : And the 
old man, you know, wouldn’t understand. He’d be a trifle vexed, dis- 
tressed. He’d think, you know — you know how it is yourself.” 

And how pleased they were. Lew and Stephen ! He was taking 
them into his confidence ; they could understand ; they were younger. 
Why, Seigler was a good five years older than either of them, and he 
had always been a trifle close, there was no denying he had. 

And the father, like many another, struggling between affection 
and duty, trembling for his son, watched stealthily, and then quickly 
shut his eyes upon the transaction going on directly under them. 

III. 

Into this house, where it would seem only peace had abode so far, 
there came one day that signal which means — alas if it does not ! — 
some tears for us all. Betsey Seigler had been moved into a neat 
guest-chamber up-stairs. There she lay dying. 

Everything about her was strange and new. The greatest care had 
been taken to remove all trace of anything familiar, of anything that 
would recall the well Betsey. Old Abe sat beside her. He looked 
around restlessly. He was ill at ease in every part. In deference to 
the occasion, he wasn’t smoking, nor yet chewing : he was just sitting 
doing nothing in-doors while the bright sun shone without. Every 
chair except the small straight-backed one he occupied was flat against 
the wall, the shades were drawn, the bed had a white spread over it, 
on the walls butterflies chased each other in yellow armies among red 
flags on a smoky background. Abe’s eyes lingered among them. 

‘^I’ll warrant you won’t find no cobwebs,” murmured Betsey, her 
weak glance following his to the uttermost corners of the room. 

She had been above all a good housekeeper; and now, whatever 
her rdle was to be, she was not yet out of this one. 

All the keys is tied together on a pink string,” she went on after 
a moment with her dying instructions, them what you won’t need 
till it comes spring : the others is on white. Lucy she can put up the 
jams mos’ as well as me,” — she lingered a trifle on the mos’. An’ 
she won’t waste none too much sugar : I’ve taught her.” 

Abe was a just man. Lucy she haf prove herself goot girl • she 
haf done goot vork.” ^ 

“ There’s some things, of course, she doesn’t know.” 

^‘She vill learn ; she vill learn. Hat comes not in a day,” said her 
husband, with that easy philosophy which permits the separation of 
head and heart. 

It’ll take a long time. She ain’t got the natural gifts like I had.” 
Betsey’s eyes travelled about the room once more. It’s a nice room 
to die in,” she sighed. 


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It’s de best vat veVe got,” Abe answered, und dere’s none in 
town vat’s got better.” 

Where’s little Abe ?” asked the mother, after a moment. Little 
Abe,” she repeated. 

He vent for a bit to de Spring.” 

An’ so he should, so he should, poor boy ! He’ll miss me 
enough, little Abe, — my little Abe !” 

“ He ain’t so little no more : he vas goot help now.” 

Seigler began walking up and down the room, forgetful of his 
hobnailed shoes. 

‘‘ De boy he knows how to vork de place. He learns everyting 
vat dere is to learn, den de farm belongs to him. He takes de chances 
und de vork. I vas not like dese American vat vorks to de end. I 
takes some rest in mein old age.” He paused a moment, and then 
suddenly he asked, “Vat you tink?” 

Betsey opened her eyes and looked at her husband. In all their 
married life he had never told her even so much of his plans and 
thoughts. She straightened up a little on the pillows. Her husband 
nodded at her as if she were a thinking, reasoning being. 

“ You American you vork too hard : you vas always like dat. 
Look den at old Cyrus yonder. For vy he don’t gif up ? Tree sons 
dey sit vaitin’ for him to die, und he don’t see it. Vy he don’t divide 
up dat farm und he lives mit dem in peace ? Veil, I haf von son. For 
vy I bring him into de vorld, if not to gif me mein ease? He gets 
all vat I haf, und I show folks he don’t need to vait till I die.” 

“Little Abe!” murmured the mother. “How he loves the place, 
bein’ as you was here so long, an’ me that’s dyin’ here, an’ him that’s 
born here ” 

“I vas goin’ to haf comfort in mein old age,” went on Siegler. 
“He vas goin’ to run de place. It vas his to vorry ’bout, und I 
shmokes mein pipe. Dat vas right, ain’t it, Betsey ?” 

Betsey moved up again on the pillow. “ Indeed an’ it is. Little 
Abe a-runnin’ of the tavern !” she murmured, laughing weakly to 
herself. 

“ De folks dey come up, und Abe he drives de bargain by mein 
side, und I vink mit de eye ven he vas right, und I shakes my finger 
ven he vas wrong.” 

“ An’ when Abe takes a wife she’ll be doin’ the jams for me, and 
the milkin’, and sich ” 

The woman on the bed had forgotten she was dying. 

“Und Lew und Steve dey vas alvays schlemihls. Veil, dey vas 
happy so. Dey vork here alvays, den dey die. Dey never had no 
ambitions. Dey haf at least a home, und here dey can stay. Ven 
in time dey can do no vork,” — Seigler shrugged his shoulders, — 
“ veil, dey haf saved enough money to pay for small needs.” 

“ You was always good to them,” murmured Betsey. 

“ Veil, so far dey ain’t cost me noting ; perhaps oders could haf 
done deir vork so veil, und perhaps I needn’t haf gif ’em so much ; 
but den, on de oder hand, dey vas honest. Dey vas outside now, 
vaitin’.” 


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So Seigler rambled on, his hobnailed shoes drowning the sound of 
his voice, till presently a sigh, almost a groan, reached him. He stopped 
and looked towards the bSi. The face there was paler, the eyes were 
closed. He stooped over it a moment, then he went outside and called 
the others. But when they came, Betsey^s head had sunk upon her 
breast : she had lost all sense of her importance. 


IV. 

And now there is a great fine-looking fellow coming up the pathway 
to the tavern. A small moustache outlines the curve of his lip, and 
his mother’s blue eyes shine from his head. I don’t know why I 
should be reminded to tell you this, for Betsey has been dead some 
years, — indeed, so long that her name is never mentioned. This may 
perhaps be due to the fact that she had left things in such splendid 
working order that, as folks said who knew, they went of themselves. 

Abe Seigler, a wrinkled, bent, white old man, stood in the door-way 
a moment and straightened himself. Then one could see that he looked 
peaceful and simple enough in his long wadded dull-colored dressing- 
gown. It was surely the old age he had dreamed of. 

It was the first time the sun had shone for days. He stood in the 
door- way breathing in the soft air; a balmy breeze carried the perfumes 
of early spring to his nostrils. Ah, how fresh it is after a rain ! The 
sun was out in all its glowing brilliancy. It danced on the rain-washed 
leaves, birds with freshened plumage came and dipped their bills in 
tiny gold-laden drops, and then with clearer gullets broke into glorious 
song above the old man’s head. He looked over the broad expanse 
outstretched before him, his, every inch of it, by dint of economy and 
prudence and labor. In his time he had been called mean, for he had 
counted the pennies as only they who have made them know how to 
count them. His son had the benefit of them now. His son had had 
the benefit of them always. 

It took old Seigler not more than ten minutes to review his child’s 
whole life, — a handful of years compared to his seventy-odd. Who 
should know it better than he who had had the boy under his eyes 
always till the moment, just one short year since, that he had gone out 
to see the world a bit ? The old man had hesitated about giving his 
consent. 

You tink de vorld beyond here’s someting vat you haf never 
seen? Here vas noting, noting, noting in it. It vas all de same 
vat dis is, — peoples, just de same ; men und vimmens, bigger buildings, 
veil, vat’s dat ? railroads, — more of ’em,” he had said, shrugging his 
shoulders. 

But the lad wanted to go. Life was so beautiful, and if there was 
more even of the same thing, — well, it was more. So Seigler, who 
had his plans for the future when his son would be tied down to the 
property, consented, and the young fellow, with schemes and dreams 
as visible as the meaning hidden in letters to him who knows how to 
read, sallied forth to learn — to live ! 

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flight ; he had been sick ; but he was better at last, and the time was 
going quickly enough in the bright sunshine. How quickly it goes 
when one is happy ! He felt that he hadn^t a care. He had gradu- 
ally made over to his son all he owned, and with it he had given him 
all responsibility. He had deeded him the tavern and the mill and 
the rest. Thus young Abe Seigler was wealthy out of his father’s 
long-time energy. 

Ah, the blessing of an heir ! The old man sat hour after hour 
basking in the sunlight, each ray where it fell reviving a memory, 
grunting from time to time over the pipe between his lips with the 
excess of his comfort. 

Young Abe Seigler, after this transfer of property, — indeed, it was 
this that had recalled him from the world beyond, — felt himself, as was 
but natural, of great importance. If he was master he must look into 
things ; and he did so with not quite so much deference as old Seigler 
had expected. Indeed, his advice had never been sought. “Veil, I 
vas sick,” he had said to himself once or twice : “ ven I am better he 
consults mit me, vy not?” 

The young man soon found that he was the catch of all the town. 
It was a great thing for a few weeks, but possibilities had, as it were, 
put spurs to an imagination that had been fed, ay, perhaps even bred, 
by taste. The realities of his position which had ever been present 
through his dependence had hitherto checked all movement. He had 
often made up his mind that some day — but the day was here, and he 
could gallop off now not only in imagination. 

And truly Middletown was a small place to shine in. The need 
for the tavern was long since gone ; the town had grown in another 
direction, away from it; the sawmill too had outlived its usefulness. 
What good, then, to keep on ? He had younger eyes than his father : 
the time had clearly come to sell. In fact, to justify the belief a rare 
price had been offered for the property by some railroad men. They 
talked to the young owner for an hour in the village saloon, with the 
hot sun pouring in upon them, whiskey in their glasses, plenty of flies 
buzzing about them, and others struggling to their death on a bit of 
sticky paper. 

As one in care for the feelings of another thoughtfully nurses the 
news of the death of some dear one, advancing with cautious steps 
from the announcement of dread illness to irreparable loss, so the 
voung son went to the old man on the porch in the sunlight, and sub- 
mitted to him as possible the details of the sale he had perfected. 

Parting with all control at the mere suggestion, made strong by the 
great wrath that possessed him, old Seigler arose out of his chair. The 
blood rushed through those old veins till they tingled even to the tips 
of his fingers. He tore up and down the porch, his old brown gown 
floating in the breeze, his white head thrown back, for all the world 
like some wild animal whose young is about to be wrested from him. 

“Vat,” he cried, in a shrill voice, “sell dat roof over mein head! 
You vas unvorthy to haf de thought I You vas not mein son ! You 
vas unnatural ! To sell vat vas mein,— vat de whole vorld knows vas 
mein, — mein, — mein ” His voice broke from its piercing height. 


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His son stood motionless before him, seemingly softened no more 
than a great stone wall under a storm of pebbles. 

In a lower key, hysterical with feeling, like a child who looks for 
help at older hands, old Seigler panted out, I vill tell dem all. 
Dey shall know vat you are. Mein property vas not to sell. I vill 
tell dem dey can him not buy. I vill go to de town. I vill say to 
dem you vas von wretch 

His son turned towards him. Don’t make a fool of yourself, 
father,” he said, slowly. 

The old man paused in his blind rage. A certain superior ex- 
pression in his son’s face had forced the truth upon him. With his 
own hands he had created himself powerless before a powerful enemy. 
Memory and discretion returned together. Even at eighty, a father 
before his son, one may dissemble. The old man burst into pleading, 
from that to unctuous flattery. 

Trembling still, he began again: ‘‘Ho, no! I vas forgettin’ my- 
self. I vas von fool. Little Abe he vouldn’t ; he vas always goot ; he 
vas jokin’.” And the old man laughed mirthlessly, ending as he had 
begun — alone. 

He looked stealthily at his son’s face. It was imperturbable, but 
he went on insistently : “ Oder men, dey might sell, but not mein Abe, 
— mein handsome Abe, — mein goot Abe ! Ve stay here till I die ! 
He haf say he could sell, but he haf not say he vould.” He paused 
expectantly. 

The young man, human like you or me, stood turning his hat 
slowly around by its rim, while his father, still peering into his face, 
leaned over and touched a great vine of blooming honeysuckle that 
grew in luxuriant age about the low porch. 

“ Dem honeysuckle never vas so large,” he dropped, “ except von 
summer, von powerful hot summer, de summer of 1865, ven you vas 
yet but a beautiful boy of five years. It vas a summer like dis ” 

“ Well, honeysuckle ain’t worth much,” muttered his son. 

Old Seigler passed his wrinkled hand tenderly over their blooming 
faces. “Dey vas sveet,” he said, “dey vas sveet.” And he drank in 
their perfume, his dim eyes half closed. “Betsey she haf lofed dem,” 
he went on, stealthily watching his son’s discomfort. 

“ y en de mutter she first come to me she say, ‘ I must haf garden,’ 
und de mutter she had him, und she vas proud of him, — eh, Abe? 
You vas too young, you don’t remember ven de vagons dey drove up 
for de first time at de sides, — eh, Abe ? Couldn’t come no more up de 
middle, — eh, Abe?” 

But Abe answered nothing. 

“ Dat honeysuckle needs tyin’.” The old man held it for a mo- 
ment against the side of the fence, then, letting it go from him, he 
hobbled slowly over to a little wooden box where bits of string were 
collected. With trembling hands, hands that shook so that he couldn’t 
accomplish his purpose, he fumbled about among the blossoming 
branches. His son leaned over and silently assisted, while the old man, 
glancing always at him, grunted from moment to moment, “ Das ist 
goot.” 


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The task accomplished, old Seigler went feebly back to his chair. 
He sank into its comfort, murmuring with superstitious hope, “ He vas 
of mein flesh, of mein flesh.” Slowly he nursed his pipe back again 
to life. 

“ The wisest plan is to sell,” his son burst forth suddenly. The 
place has seen its best days, and here’s a splendid chance.” 

The young man walked up and down the small porch, pausing 
from moment to moment before his father. 

You must have another nice home. I think we may be able to 
get Miller’s or Lane’s ” 

Sell de place vhere mein little Abe vas born,” he began again, 
dully this time, de place vhere de mutter vas dead ” 

Old Seigler’s voice broke completely. For the first time in all the 
years since her death, the mention of poor Betsey overpowered him. 

His son turned his back, uneasily resuming his walk. 

The old man hobbled up the porch after him, repeating at each step, 
Dis ist de place vhere I must die, vhere I must die.” He paused a 
moment, and then suddenly broke out with, Und Steve, und Lew, 
vat must dey do ? vat becomes of dem ?” 

The young son laughed aloud. Great heavens, it don’t belong to 
them too !” he cried, flinging himself oflP the porch. 

A neighbor passing in his wagon on the road before the house caught 
the laugh and looked up. The father and son standing together in the 
sunlight were subjects for congratulation. He stopped his horse. 

‘‘No wonder you’re laughin’,” he cried. “A mighty good sale, 
yourn. But you was always smart ones for money. You knew to hold 
on to your own all them years.” 

The old man looked at his son. Then he stood, shaking his head 
up and down. “ De place vas gone,” he said ; and that was all. 

“ Ah, you’re a good one,” laughed the neighbor : “ you want the 
place and the money too.” And he drove off to tell the tale in town. 

Young Seigler stood a moment uncomfortably kicking the dust at 
his feet. He expected the storm to break again. That he was prepared 
for, but not for what followed. 

His father sank silently, feebly away from him, back into the arms 
of his chair. The chickens walked up to him and over his feet, — they 
had been accustomed to seeing him sit so since they came out of their 
shells, — ^the birds twittered above his head and alighted close to him on 
the railing, the sun’s rays still danced about him. Without, nothing 
was changed, except that his pipe was black. Within— you know how 
a storm may uproot trees, may devastate the earth, may destroy even 
the strongholds of years ! Old Seigler bent his head and wept. 

His son glanced at him once, twice, thrice. I have said that he 
was human. The sight was so unpleasant to him that he jerked his hat 
down over his eyes and strode hastily away from it, down the winding 
road, which no longer held even a trace of the childish steps that had 
repeated themselves with daily impress for years. 

Seigler raised his head and groaned out, “ Ach, Betsey, Betsey, you 
vas von fool too like me, von tarn fool !” 

Presently, a little while before supper, his old eyes, long familiar to 


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the sight, distinguished his two friends coming up the road. He was 
seventy-odd, but not yet at the age at which one does not care to stand 
well with the world. He wiped his eyes with nervous hands, smoothed 
down his gown, and stuck his pipe once more between his trembling 
lips. 

It is dat I must tell dem, I must tell dem,” the birds heard him 
mumbling. It must come from me. It is better dey tink I done 
him, better dey tink I gif mein consent, else vould dey tink me von 
mighty tarn fool to gif up vat vas mein, — mein — ’’ the eyes grew dim 
again. “ Dey vat vas such schlemihls, dey vat haf always known me 
smart, to know me now von fool, — dey vat haf lofe me, — never vould 
dey forgif Abe ven dey knew, — never must dey even suspicion him 

As they passed Seigler on the porch they stopped and had their joke. 

Oh, Abe, but you’re growin’ powerful old a-sittin’ there at your 
ease,” cried Dossett, shaking his head at him. 

Miller came up with lighter step ; he was six years younger than 
Seigler, and a year younger than Dossett. 

I must be lookin’ out for younger ones,” he added. 

Then they both burst into a laugh ; but Abe sat sober. So unusual 
a termination to their joke set the other two to casting furtive glances. 

Seigler took his pipe out of his mouth. 

^^Boys,” said he, ‘^boys, ve vas goin’ to leave dis place. Ja, ja.” 
He shook his head at them, and they stared back open-mouthed. He 
arose from his seat and tottered towards them. His voice trembled a 
little, but he held his head up bravely. It means money, und money 
vas everyting, — eh ? Abe he haf von chance to sell de place, — eh ?” 
He glanced from one to the other, and this time he paused. 

The two old men looked back at him and scratched their heads at 
different angles. 

Goin’ to give up the mill ?” muttered Dossett. 

Goin’ to give up the bar ?” muttered Miller. 

J a, de whole ting, — de whole ting. Dere vasn’t no use for him 
no more.” 

The two standing opposite him exchanged glances. 

Then the clang of the supper-bell broke on their ears, and they 
turned silently in. They hung their hats on the three nails in the 
whitewashed wall, nails that Miller had driven in before little Abe was 
born. 


V. 

It was twenty- four hours later. Abe Seigler lay dead in the front 
room of the tavern. 

After supper, only the night before, the old man had sat in his seat 
on the porch. The cards were laid on the table, and for the first time 
in forty-five years he had tarried away. Astonished, they had gone to 
summon him, and, standing at his side, had found him incapable of 
moving. They carried him to his bed paralyzed. During the night he 
had died. 

^ He lay in a neat coffin on a table above the faded flowered carpet. 
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chairs. Their horse-hair covering was brown where it had once been 
black. Over the body had been thrown a green-and-red cover, one of 
those that our grandmothers used to have, one with impossible green 
roses and unnatural red leaves, so that the worn edges of his clothes 
were hidden. The tick-tick of an old wooden clock on a whitewashed 
bracket was all the sound in the room, till presently, almost noiselessly, 
there crept up to the coffin a small, thin, bent figure. A few strands of 
white hair straggled over the top of his head, revealing everywhere its 
baldness. He shook in every part, mumbling and muttering to himself. 
A second more, and another came, white-haired like the other two, — 
the corpse and the one at the coffin’s head. They stood silent, these 
two live ones, each with his memories, then they clasped hands with a 
common thought, the thought of every one of us in the presence of 
death. 

It’ll be our turn next,” said Dossett, with a great sigh. 

Ay, soon enough, soon enough,” old Miller mumbled back. 

He done wrong by us,” said one. 

Ay,” said the other, he was always for gain.” 

Hush ; he’s dead.” Then both shook their heads. 

“ For forty-five year we’ve helped him here !” 

And then for a few thousands he was willin’ to let us and it go, 
with never a thought !” 

“ Me that’s known him for forty-five year I” 

An’ me for forty-eight !” 

They both shook their heads again. 

“ And little Abe ” 

He’ll give no thought to us, neither.” 

It’s all his now,” whispered one. 

They say in town it was him what sold it, without his father 
knowin’ nothin ’bout it.” 

Over his head,” added the other. 

Hush. We don’t know it.” 

If it was him, it’s what killed Abe.” 

Rather than part with the old place he up and died.” 

Hush ” 

The door creaked, the sunlight burst in. Upon the threshold stood 
the young heir. He looked at the two old men standing at his father’s 
side, and something within him contracted at the sight. 

By Jove, I’ll look out for you both till you die. My father’s 
friends !” cried the young man, holding out his hand across the coffin. 

Stephen Dossett looked at it a breathing-space, and then slowly his 
hand went out. Miller’s followed suit. 

They fell back. The townspeople crowded in for a last look. The 
minister arrived with solemn garb and mien, and — but this is the way 
it was told the next day in the Middletown Special : 

All that remains of Abraham Seigler was yesterday hidden be- 
neath the sod. He departed peacefully and painlessly in the zenith 
of his prosperity, after a long and singularly serene life. It is an open 
secret that the tavern property has been sold for a high price, but, by 
the inscrutable will of God, Abraham Seigler was only permitted the 


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knowledge, not the enjoyment, of his good fortune. He was followed to 
his grave by his two old friends Stephen Dossett and Lewis Miller. 
Bowed with grief, they walked at the coffin’s side. ^ Faithful unto 
death’ will some day be engraved upon their tombs. 

“ Between them, overcome with his sorrow, walked the loving and 
only son of the departed, who, driven away by the sad memories that 
surround him in Middletown, leaves shortly for an extended Eastern 
tour.” 

Emma B. Kaufman. 


IN EXTREMIS. 

H OW can I go into the dark. 

Away from your clasping hand. 
Set sail on a shadowy bark 

For the shore of an unknown land ? 

Your eyes look love into mine; 

Your lips are warm on my mouth ; 

I drink your breath like a wine 
Aglow with the sun of the South. 

You have made this world so dear ! 

How can I go forth alone 
In the bark that phantoms steer 
To a port afar and unknown ? 

The desperate mob of the dead. 

Will they hustle me to and fro. 

Or leave me alone to tread 
The path of my infinite woe ? 


Shall I cry, in terror and pain. 

For a death that I cannot die. 

And pray with a longing vain 
To the gods that mock my cry ? 

Oh, hold me closer, my dear ! 

Strong is your clasp, — ay, strong, — 

But stronger the touch that I fear, 

And the darkness to come is long. 

Louise Chandler Moulton. 


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WALT WHITMAN, 

W ALT WHITMAN was rightly styled the poet of democracy. 

“ Leaves of Grass’^ aud the Declaration of Independence are the 
only important documents that truly recognize the equality of men. 
In the mouths of most people the phrase All men are created equaf^ 
is merely a phrase, — a shibboleth for the hustings, out of place in 
the round of daily life. Our proletarians are like that friend of Dr. 
Johnson’s (Mrs. Macauley, was it not?) who was anxious to bring a 
lord down to her level, but not to raise a servant thither. Walt Whit- 
man levelled up and down. He recognized no aristocracy, — neither 
the aristocracy of birth” nor that of position,” of wealth, of virtue, 
of intellect. All men to him were brothers, — equals. There was no 
better and no worse among them : all were good. Behind the acci- 
dental man — the rude as the polished, the educated as the ignorant, 
the virtuous as the vicious — he saw the eternal and awful Soul, — the 
noumenon in which all phenomena, all exterior differentiations, merged 
and disappeared. This single-eyed vision was at once his strength and 
his weakness. It gave him the poetic insight ; it denied him the more 
worldly gift of humor. He was never struck, as Shakespeare was 
struck, as Moli^re was struck, by the contrast between soul and body, 
between the infinite aspirations of the one and the puny achievement 
of the other. He never would have described man as fretting and 
fuming his brief hour upon the stage. Man’s life as it presented itself 
to him had no grotesque or discordant elements. It was part of the 
magnificent drama of the universe; and if for some hidden dramatic 
purpose the Great Artist played what seemed fantastic tricks with his 
puppets. Whitman never lost sight of the fact that they only seemed 
fantastic, — that their disorder was only in the mind of the spectator, — 
that it was merely part of a higher order of which man at present only 
here and there and in his nobler moments can catch a glimpse. The 
idea in all my poetry,” I once heard him say, “ is that there is Some- 
thing behind, — Something behind.” He repeated the phrase with that 
curious bewildered air habitual to him in his latter days, — not of one 
who misapprehends his own meaning, but of one who doubts whether 
he has made himself intelligible to others and is groping around in the 
darkness of his listener’s understanding for the electric stop-cock that 
shall turn on the full blaze of light. 

As Whitman saw the more clearly for his deficiency of humor, he 
also spoke his message more forcefully for his lack of education. A 
more intimate knowledge of the schools might have struck him mute 
or turned him into a manufacturer of what he scornfully calls piano- 
tunes. The human mind is still, at the present stage of evolution, a 
vast chaos wherefrom only an infinitesimal parterre has been rescued 
and reduced to order. But in that limited area the great majority 
of men are content to spend their lives. The codes and formulas by 
which past progress was facilitated harden for them into barriers for 


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future progress. They put their faith in ordered lines, in trim regu- 
lations. But the larger mind is not content here. It sees the pettine^ 
of present achievement ; it yearns for new conquests from the void ; it 
seeks to carry the border-lines a little farther into chaos. Now, it was 
in the chaos, in what Carlyle calls the Eternal Silences, that Whitman’s 
soul habitually dwelt, and out of chaos that he strove to fashion his 
utterance. He ignored the rules of the prosodists, the arts of the 
rhetorician, the metrical effects of the poets. He sought to snatch a 
higher grace beyond their reach. He aimed for a higher prosody, a 
higher poetry, a higher rhetoric, — something that would reflect the 
larger part of the soul. 

Of course there is danger here. All of us perhaps have gone 
through that period when it seemed as if words were powerless to utter 
thoughts, when soul crying to soul found only in the inarticulate lan- 
guage of emotion a mutual understanding. At first the experience 
seemed to us an individual one : we cursed our fate that we had been 
born voiceless, or, having a voice, met only heedless and unintelligent 
ears. Gradually, as our acquaintance with life and literature advanced, 
we found that this experience was universal with men of thought, 
that speech written or uttered is a compromise with the soul, and by 
a species of word-jugglery, by the trickeries of style, by rhetorical 
or metrical effects, it seeks to suffuse itself with the esoteric signifi- 
cance of the soul. Yet at the best the golden silence can only be 
transmuted into silver speech. Whatever may be the gain to him who 
hears, there is always a loss to him who utters whenever thought seeks 
to body itself into word. The finite cannot express the infinite. The 
most expressive words are still those which deny the value of words, — 
unspeakable,” unutterable.” 

It may be that Whitman never quite comprehended the universality 
of this experience, — that, finding himself misunderstood and misin- 
terpreted, he too early abandoned the quest for a proper vehicle of ex- 
pression, and, failing to see how far ordered speech might be made 
temporarily adequate, rejected all attempts at recogniz^ form, con- 
tenting himself with a formlessness that appealed mainly to a cult. 
Thus his popularity suffered : he never, like the lesser Longfellow and 
the greater Tennyson, secured the ear of the masses. Where the result, 
however, was so magnificent, it is not only useless to regret, we cannot 
help wondering whether we ought not to rejoice. Had his speech been 
more silvern, perhaps it would have retain^ less of the gold of silence. 

Curiously enough, it is his most ordered poem that is his most 
characteristic and perhaps — small as it is — his greatest, — “ Mv Captain.” 
Here an attempt is made after rhyme and metre. But the rhyme fails, 
the metre fails. The poem only succeeds in quickening the' pulse, in 
moistening the eye, in tightening the heart-strings, in flooding the soul 
with the noblest emotions. No dandy pathos here, no impromptu 
grieving got up to order. It is the terrible sob that shakes the frame 
of the strong man. ‘ Still, it cannot be cited, though sometimes it has 
been wrongly so cited, as an evidence that he might have mastered the 
laws of metre if he had willed to. So some of his early tales and 
sketches have been cited to show that he might have written simple 


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and effective English. The English is simple enough, but it is abso- 
lutely ineffective. After all, shall we have to content ourselves with 
the statement that Whitman was a magnificent savage, with all those 
virtues of tbe savage that put civilization to the blush and expose its 
pale artificiality ? He could take part in a war-dance on the plains, 
but not in the bloodless minuet of modern society. 

Yet his formlessness was not all formless. It had a certain order 
and cadence of its own, a cadence borrowed from the wind and the 
wave. Here again he abjured Art and went to Nature; and in the 
last analysis this is the final value of Walt Whitman's message, — 
the appeal to Nature. In an age of sham and unreality he uttered a 
vigorous protest against all unworthy conventions, he insisted on being 
the natural and not the artificial man, and, with a superb fearless- 
ness, ran counter to deceived canons and opinions, forfeiting thereby 
the market value of his splendid gifts. A monument has been raised 
to his memory. His true monument is the humble dwelling whose 
bare walls, uncarpeted floor, and scanty furnishing bear silent testi- 
mony to the fact that here dwelt a mighty spirit who refused to sacri- 
fice to the Golden Calf. 

William S. Walsh. 


WALT WHITMAN. 

W ALT WHITMAN the poet has suffered during the period of his 
literary activity every form of critical calamity, from adulation 
that would exalt him above all the world-poets of the past, to detrac- 
tion that denied him even ordinary sanity. Walt Whitman the man 
has a different record : his personality was potent, and no one who 
came under the influence of its spell could fail to be impressed with 
his power. 

The story of his career has been written at by many hands, and 
material for a complete biography has been furnished by the poet him- 
self to his friend and admirer Dr. Bucke, but it may be worth while 
to set down what Whitman would call ‘^a few hints, a few diffused 
clews and'indirections,^' covering an acquaintanceship of about twenty 
years, during the greater part of which I was his neighbor in Camden. 

My first meeting with Walt Whitman occurred when I was a boy 
and had occasion to ask for a certain residence in his street. I did not 
know who or what he was, but on his answering my question I was 
so struck with the quality of his voice, which was musical and reso- 
nant, that I took the earliest opportunity to make inquiry as to the 
new-comer, and received the information that it was a man named Walt 
Whitman, who had written what some people called poetry and others 
nonsense. Had the present city directory of the town been in exist- 
ence, I could have found it authoritatively stated that the gentleman 
was Walt Whitman, ! My first visit to him occurred some 
years later, in the little house on Mickle Street which has been the 
scene of the closing years of his life. When I entered the room the 
poet was sitting in his great chair by the window, in front of him a 


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table heaped up at least to the height of four feet with books of all 
sorts, old and new, gift-editions from men famous in letters, and cheap 
second-hand purchases ; the floor was knee-deep in newspapers, manu- 
script, and books, among the last a well-thumbed Latin lexicon. The 
decorations of the room were insignificant, with the exception of two 
portraits, one of his father and one of a Dutch ancestor, and it was 
upon these pictures that the conversation turned. The portrait of the 
father showed the thoughtful Puritan face of which Emerson is the 
type, and indeed the resemblance to Emerson himself was so strong 
that Sidney Morse, the sculptor, presented Whitman with several small 
busts of the New England seer, in which the likeness was very striking. 
The Hollander, on the other hand, had the full lips and sensuous 
features of the man of pleasure, and Whitman’s comment was that 
physically and mentally he had often recognized what he owed to these 
antecedent forces of which he was the resultant. This idea seems to 
have impressed him, for he repeated it to Mr. Gilchrist in 1887, when 
the latter was painting his portrait. 

The most interesting talk that I ever had with Walt Whitman was 
on one winter afternoon some five years ago, when I dropped in and 
found the poet ready and eager to gossip in the early candle-light of 
old age.” His theme was himself and his book, and he told the story 
not at all to me, as it seemed, but as though he were taking a back- 
ward glance o’er travelled roads, alone. The starting-point was an 
answer to the question, — 

“ Mr. Whitman, how did you come to write poetry ?” 

And in his reply he said that at the time when he was a carpenter- 
builder in Brooklyn he would buy a bit of property in the suburbs, 
erect a little house upon it with his own hands, sell the place at an 
average profit of about two hundred dollars, and, taking the money 
thus earned, go down to Long Island and lie out on the rocks, reading, 
dreaming, and watching the ships. 

I think the first time I ever wanted to write anything enduring,” 
he said, was when I saw a ship under full sail and I had the desire 
to describe it exactly as it seemed to me. I tried then and failed, and 
I have tried since, but have never yet been satisfied with the result. I 
have been able to describe a locomotive so that I shall never want to 
change or add to what I have written ; but the ship at sea has always 
eluded me. Years later, when I was living in New York, I used to 
go to the Battery of an afternoon and sit and watch the sailing-vessels 
by the hour ; but I could never put down on paper any words about 
them that entirely pleased me.” 

In the course of the same talk Whitman said that at one time he 
had been a voracious and omnivorous reader, not alone in English, but 
also largely in French, which he learned during his residence in Wash- 
ington, and to a limited extent he had read Spanish. 

As a general rule. Whitman talked in the most objective way, and 
preferably on commonplace, nou-literary topics. 

All writers, whether classic or modern, were in his phrase ‘Hellows,” 
— a word of which he was very fond, — and not the least characteristic 
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was a singular mixture of old words used with unexpected meanings 
(as when he spoke of his book having been published under the 
“ umbrage’^ of a certain firm), commingled with such picturesque and 
useful passing slang as caught his fancy, as for instance the word 
sculp, which he habitually used when his bust was being made. 

W hitman seemed to have the keenest enjoyment of bright colors. 
On one Sunday afternoon while entertaining some half-dozen callers 
he halted the general talk to call attention to the bright red dress 
of ^ a little girl whom he spied out of his window. How that color 
brightens up the whole street!’’ he said. And on another occasion, 
when he had driven out to a horse-race (his first appearance at a 
race-track), he told me he lost all interest in the sporting event to sit 
in admiration of a clump of green trees that outlined themselves 
against a white fence. Isn’t that beautiful ?” he said. How the 
white background sets oflp the many shades of the green leaves !” 

One of the most satisfying qualities that Whitman possessed, as 
a man, was the dignified, unruffled demeanor that he never lost, whether 
he was hobnobbing with a deck-hand or a ’bus-driver or entertaining 
some guest who was a celebrity in two continents. Always he seemed 
to be realizing in action his own ideal when he says, — 

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained. 
I stand and look at them long and long. 

They do not sweat and whine about their condition ; 

They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins ; 

They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God. 

Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things; 
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago ; 
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth. 

In general society Whitman never lost this poise that was charac- 
teristic of him in smaller circles. Often silent for an hour or two, 
barring an occasional interjected remark, he was always an attentive 
listener, and, when some topic was broached that engaged his attention, 
a careful and a ready talker. I have known him to sit at a dinner- 
table for the best part of an evening without opening his lips, and 
suddenly to warm into a theme on which he spoke fluently and with- 
out interruption for a half-hour or more. But his talk, while always 
thoughtful, was almost invariably remembered not so much because 
of its intrinsic intellectual worth as because of the striking personality 
of the speaker who uttered it. 

One word as to the care which Whitman bestowed upon even the 
smaller fugitive pieces which he published in the local and other news- 
papers. In the matter of the accuracy with which these productions 
were printed he was scrupulously exact. Each bit when it had left his 
hands in manuscript was sent to a quaint old printing-establishment in 
the town, where it was set up in type. It was then returned to the 
author, who made such corrections as seemed to him desirable, and 
after this a revised and re-corrected copy was struck off and sent out as 
the matter to be used punctatim et literatim. At times he was criti- 
cal even to the verge of whimsicality in the matter of punctuation, and 
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it was a source of annoyance to find the title of his latest book, Good 
Bye My Fancy, so printed that a comma or any other mark separated 
the four words into two groups. 

This sensitiveness was doubtless due to the experience he had had 
at the printer’s case; but if this be so it is difficult to explain the 
‘‘ copy’’ that he furnished for some of his prose bits. I have seen a 
manuscript, a part of November Boughs,” a single page of which 
was composed of at least a dozen kinds of paper, written in black 
pencil, blue pencil, black ink, and red ink. Some of the parts of this 
manuscript were written on bits of brown straw paper, others on ma- 
nilla paper, others on the blue paper that had once formed a part of 
the cover of a pamphlet, and each piece of a different size, shape, and 
color, suggesting the idea that as a thought or a sentence had come into 
the mind of the writer he had made a note of it and pasted the whole 
together without thinking it worth while to give to the total result 
coherence or form. 

His nickname, Walt, he told me himself he had received from the 
’bus-drivers in New York, with whom he rode as constantly when he 
lived in that city as he did with those in Camden when he made the 
latter place his home. 

To those who knew him, Walt Whitman was such a straightfor- 
ward man that the apparent eccentricity of costume which he affected 
seemed almost inexplicable, as indeed it was to me until he told me 
that he had once worked at carpentering, and then the idea suggested 
itself that', after all, the loose rolling collar exposing the chest and the 
turned-back cuffs were only a conventionalized form of the laboring- 
man’s ordinary garb ; and when I asked Whitman whether this was so 
he said he supposed that was the case. 

In a gift- volume of the Gypsies” Charles Godfrey Leland ad- 
dresses Whitman in a poem in which he says that Walter, his first 
name, means a warrior, and this the poet has always been, that the 
Whit” may either be the Saxon wit” or wisdom” or white” in the 
sense of his being a white” man, but that the essence of the whole 
name lies in the last syllable,— he is a '' man and this is the testimony 
of all who have ever come to know Walt Whitman personally. 

William H. Garrison. 


HAPPINESS. 

T he luring and elusive form we chase 

Down Life’s long vista till our parting breath, — 
Who knows but that we first behold her face 
The hour we look on Death ! 


Clinton Scollard. 


REFLECTIONS. 


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REFLECTIONS. 

I T is sometimes a compliment to be neglected. There are people to 
whom we are polite, not because we crave their affection, but be- 
cause we dread their touchiness. At the captain’s table, we missed one 
day our excellent steward. “ Yes,” exclaimed the captain, they com- 
plained of the steward at the other table : so I said, ^ Take mine ; the 
people at my table will not complain.’ ” After that, of course, we did 
not dare to. 


It is not true that repression is good for the soul. It is only good 
for some souls, and good for them only under some conditions. Even 
if they fail to perish under it, you can never know how much sweeter, 
finer, riper, they might have been under different circumstances. The 
night-blooming cereus is the only flower absolutely injured by sun- 
shine; and, though it keeps its grace in the dark, — indeed, only wins 
it in the dark, — there are fewer to appreciate and enjoy the grace so 
hardly won. The soul under repression is like the closed piano that 
you see in houses in the country ; there is a fine cloth over the piano, 
and the dust is kept out, and there are vases scattered over the closed 
top, with very pretty flowers, perhaps, in the vases ; but if it were 
open there might be music. You remember how “Romola, who loved 
homage, flourished under it as a lily lifting itself to the light.” To 
a woman of fine literary culture, complaining of her isolated life, I 
said, But your isolation has made you what you are.” Yes,” she 
answered, quickly, — what I am, but not what I might be.” 


Circumstantial evidence? Never trust to it. There are people 
who, without looking into the hay-loft, would take the evidence of a 
close-shorn field of grass that it could not raise any hay. A boy’s 
close-cut head does not indicate that his hair has not grown all sum- 
mer : indeed, if it means anything, it probably means that his hair is 
so short because it did grow so long. Would you condemn a man as 
a thief because you found he knew the way to the cake-box ? But 
two people know the way to the cake-box : one is the naughty little 
boy who takes the cake out, and the other is the excellent housekeeper 
who puts the cake in. 


Here in this beautiful old house, itself dim with antiquity, and 
furnished with the dignity of eld, where everything is either solid 
mahogany or that slimmest of fine Chippendale which is the studied 
simplicity of a satin Worth gown rather than the flimsy delicacy of 
rural muslin, I catch an occasional glimpse of something incongruous, 
— a bit of modern bric-^-brac or embroidery, charming in itself, but 
utterly spoiled by its different surroundings. When I cross the room 


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to look at it, it is inevitably something I have myself sent these dear 
people, from the modern world, for a Christmas or birthday. It is 
such an illustration of the real difference between heredity and environ- 
ment : old furniture always looks well, — nothing so old in these quaint 
and charming rooms but would be an exquisite addition to the most 
modern drawing-room, — but new furniture, however fine in design and 
execution, is only beautiful in its own element and surrounded by its 
own kind. 


Her book has good things in it, but it has no vitality. It is like a 
room well furnished but not well aired. She has studied human nature 
thoroughly — as it appears in Balzac. She has read, but not thought ; 
she has observed through spectacles ; she has felt only what she has 
seen ; she has heard experiences, but never had any. Two kinds of 
things may be lukewarm, — that which has not been cooked through, and 
that which has been cooked a second time. Her warmth is the warmth 
of things warmed over. And her coolness is the coolness of the moon 
as it appears dipped in a pond, not as it looks in the sky. She is cer- 
tainly not crude; but neither is her juiciness that of ripe fruit; it is 
that of fruit which has been baked. 


Knowledge is not experience. Two people can make out an ex- 
cellent menu for a luxurious dinner : one is the elegant gentleman 
accustomed to eating fine dinners ; and the other is the cook merely 
accustomed to preparing them. It is not enough to tell me that you 
have a dress-coat : you may still be a waiter at a restaurant. 


Do you know why Kipling’s frankest statements of the worst forms 
of human nature never seem brutal? It is because he does not give 
them as an opinion, but registers them as a fact. It is opinions that 
hurt. If I feel that I am understood, I do not care how I am judged ; 
but most people only see half of our stand-point, and judge us en- 
tirely from their own. Kipling hurls a fact at you, but leaves you to 
select the point of view. And you don’t hate him, because there is an 
immense lovingness in the way he seems to say, “ This man is bad ? 
Yes, but he is my brother : I, too, am bad.” And you do not even 
resent this blow at human nature, because you know that human nature 
need not be utterly cast down so long as it recognizes its own badness 
and is shocked at it. 


The naivete of the economical housekeeper is sometimes delicious. 
The other day she was priding herself on her cheap dinner. She had 
not made up her mind how much to spend, and then succeeded in 
spending less, but, finding that soft-shell crabs were a dollar and a 


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when the week before they had only been a dollar, she 
decided that they were expensive and renounced them ; then, finding 
that broiled chicken were twenty-five cents a pound, when the week 
^11 ^ thirty, she decided that they were a bargain, and, 

cheerfully dispensing two dollars and a quarter for a pair, went home 
with a delighted conscience at having sacrificed her desire for crabs. 


How women do love scenes ! Even if one has decided to renounce 
scenes, she would like to have a scene of renunciation. 


Talk about Zeuxis painting cherries that the birds pecked at ! why, 
Helena sang that song about '‘Ye merry birds,'' the other day, till the 
cat came and stationed itself before her and looked wistfully up at her 
throat. 

Alice Wellington Rollins, 


THE VIOLIN FOR LADIES, 

I T is a remarkable circumstance that for more than two centuries, or 
ever since the instrument assumed its present form, the violin has 
been by custom, until recently, practically interdicted to one of the sexes. 
And equally remarkable is it, in view of the former state of affairs, that 
even so lately as during the last decade the discovery has been made that 
it is pre-eminently " a lady's instrument." 

Tliere were ancient viols with rude bows, which may have been used 
by both sexes for aught we know, but these were not violins. The writer 
has seen one of them dated in the fourteenth century, and evidently 
intended to be played with a bow ; but it bore no resemblance to a violin, 
except that it had four strings. The violin took its permanent shape 
and dimensions in the hands of Gasparo di Salo of Brescia, before the 
middle of the sixteenth century. From that time it has not been im- 
proved. We may safely say now that it never will be, and cannot be 
changed for the better. It stands nearer to perfection than any other 
musical instrument. While many have been modified or modernized, 
and many disused and forgotten, the violin alone has held its own from 
generation to generation, supreme, unaltered, and unalterable ; and why 
for such a length of time it was regarded as only fit for men, passes 
comprehension. Even when the little Camilla Urso begged to be allowed 
to have a violin, it was thought to be extremely absurd that a girl should 
want to '^play the fiddle," and the youthful prodigy was denied an ex- 
amination for admission into the Conservatory at Paris, simply on account 
of her sex, until at last she conquered the musical jury by force of per- 
sistence and genius, being the first female to enter that exclusive insti- 


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tution, and over many male competitors. No one who has heard Camilla 
Urso’s rendering, as an adult artiste, of such classical works as those of 
Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Paganini, and Yieuxtemps, will deny that 
the violin is her appropriate instrument. 

It has been said that women can never play on the violin gracefully, 
for the same reason that they cannot throw a ball effectively, — the greater 
proportionate length of the clavicle in the female; but this assertion 
falls to the ground refuted when we see a lady with her violin and bow 
both properly held according to rule, playing with the delicious facility 
gained by faithful practice. There is nothing ungraceful about it ; quite 
the contrary. It is pleasant to be able to state that such sights are not 
uncommon in these days, for since the discovery aforesaid a great many 
ladies have become enthusiastic and successful students of this wonder- 
fully fascinating instrument, and some have already earned positions of 
eminence. It has come about that the young-lady soloist is looked for 
in all prominent musical events. 

For such as have had thrown over them the spell of the sweet en- 
chanter, there is no fear. They will go on in the delightfully laborious 
journey upward towards the invisible and unattainable summit. Others 
are coming who have not yet entered upon the road ; for there is evi- 
dence at present, more than ever before in this country, of a growing 
demand for violins and good teachers for young ladies and girls. A 
patient and conscientious teacher is a pearl beyond price, — in truth, a 
sine qua non, and the first thing to be thought of by the neophyte, before 
a bow shall have been drawn ; for bad habits contracted with this instru- 
ment will adhere to the pupil more persistently than the most vicious 
burrs. The violin is not to be conquered with a book without a 
teacher,^’ and very much depends upon a proper start, so that there shall 
be nothing to unlearn. 

Twice or thrice each week, in all weathers, I see passing my window 
an earnest-faced young lady with her violin-case under her arm. She 
is on the way to her teacher, and her expression indicates clearly that it 
is no unwilling journey. I am sure she is doing well, although at this 
stage of her progress probably undergoing all the necessary drudgery 
of scales and exercises. She is a type of hundreds of others in many 
parts of the land. I can understand the instinctive affection which 
prompts this girl to carry her precious charge clasped closely to her side, 
rather than by the handle, d la grip-sack, for there is in the world no 
inanimate object that clings to the human heart like a fiddle. 

What kind of violin shall we have to commence with ? The very 
best we can get, of course. It is a great error to suppose that anything 
will do for a “ beginner.” In the shops there are half sizes for children, 
and three-quarter sizes for ladies, but we are not to be inveigled into 
buying any of these ; assuredly it is a mistake to put a small instrument 
into the hands of even the youngest pupil. We want the regular full- 
sized violin, and a good one, to be always our best beloved. It is a 
disadvantage to change intervals and stops, as would be necessary in 
passing from a short to a longer finger-board. A young person of ten or 
twelve years may have a violin of the ordinary dimensions. The length 
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inches, but there is no cast-iron rule applicable to all cases. A common 
length is twelve inches and seven-eighths. Perhaps each violin is a 
law unto itself, for the bridge is a movable object, and must be properly 
adjusted with respect to the body of the instrument and to the sound- 
post, the place of the latter being a quarter or a third of an inch behind 
the right foot of the bridge. This is a matter of the greatest nicety and 
importance, and when the proper relative positions of bridge and sound- 
post shall have been found they must not be changed without good 
reason. In that apparently insignificant bit of wood called the sound- 
post resides the ‘^soul of the violin.” Its functions are to receive and 
propagate vibrations and form a connecting link between all the resonant 
parts of the instrument. 

The question is often asked. Why is not the finger-board of the 
violin divided by “ frets,” like that of the guitar and mandolin ? First, 
because the bridge does not occupy a fixed point, and, if moved, every 
note would be made false with stationary frets; and second, and of 
vastly greater moment, one of the chief beauties of the instrument would 
be destroyed, — i.e., the portamento imitation of the singing voice. There 
is no instrument in existence that can equal the singing quality of a 
smooth-toned old violin. The plan suggested to pupils in some books 
of instruction, of marking the notes on a strip of paper to be pasted 
on the finger-board, is worse than useless : it is mischievous and mis- 
leading. The violin has no ready-made notes, and cannot be played 
mechanically. The performer need not see the finger-board at all. 
Sound is everything ; sight is nothing. The violinist is guided almost 
solely by what is miscalled the ‘‘musical ear.” This is a faculty 
which is too complex to be considered here. It is not given to all in 
perfection, but is susceptible of marked and rapid cultivation, and, it 
goes without saying, is absolutely essential to the violin-player. 

We often hear of the phenomenal violin “worth its weight in 
gold.” Now, it is proper to know that a genuine, authentic, well-pre- 
served piece of work from the shop of one of the “ Old Masters” is 
worth many times its weight in gold. The price of a real Gasparo di 
Salo, Maggini, Stradivarius, or Guarnerius, for example, mounts away 
up in the thousands. What shall be thought of ten thousand dollars 
for a fiddle? This gorgeous sum was actually paid not long since for 
a magnificent Stradivarius of the date of 1716, known as “The Mes- 
siah.” These old masterpieces are too rare and expensive for general 
distribution, and not many persons can reasonably expect to possess 
one of them. There are many old Italian and other instruments to be 
had at a moderate cost, made by hands unknown to fame, and some 
of them are very fine and sweet of tone, but no expert is deceived by 
the labels and dates they bear. They may be credited to “ Antonius 
Stradivarius fecit, Cremonse, 1712,” or “Antonius & Hieronymus Fr. 
Amati, Andreae fil.,” or perhaps to “Joseph Guarnerius del Gesu 

IH[S,” harmless fictions all, but the fables may be pardoned if we 
can secure a really excellent specimen in good preservation for one or 
two hundred dollars. Then there are new violins, turned out by 
scientific and skilful men who have studied the construction of the 


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iustrument as a life-work. Such makers are not difficult to find, nor 
are their prices exorbitant, and their work is worthy of high con- 
sideration. Next come the thousands upon thousands of worthless 
imitations and other trash, which, if justice could be done, would be 
converted into kindling-wood. 

In the choice of a violin, a pupil in early youth, say twelve or 
fourteen years of age, might select a reliable new instrument and 
‘‘grow up” with it. At twice those years it were better perhaps to 
have one already seasoned by age and use. In either case, the violin 
before purchase should be compared with another of known value; and 
it must not be forgotten that an improperly-made violin will not im- 
prove with lapse of time. The tone must be full and strong, never 
thin or “ tubby.” Above all, it should be “ sympathetic,” — that mys- 
terious and indescribable something in the voice of this instrument 
which reaches the heart, and which establishes a true accord between 
the soul of the Cremona and that of its master. A fatal defect in new 
violins is a want of this sympathetic tone. 

As a meritorious and appropriate instrument for ladies, the violin, 
if it be still regarded as on probation, will surely speak well for itself. 
The following considerations ought to have weight in its favor : 

1. The violin, in its own peculiar province, is conceded to be the 
most perfect musical instrument ever invented. 

2. It is unequalled in variety and delicacy of expression and sym- 
pathetic quality of tone. 

3. It has many analogies to the human voice, — accent, sostenuto, 
and unlimited power of modification and modulation. 

4. It is obtainable at a moderate outlay. 

5. It does not deteriorate by use and age, but, if properly constructed, 
improves. 

6. It is easily tuned, in fifths, which are natural intervals readily 
recognized by the ear. 

7. It is without trouble kept in order, and with proper care will 
last indefinitely. 

8. The study of the violin is good discipline in patience and ap- 
plication, as it is not easily subdued to the will of the player. 

9. Of all inanimate things it is the most companionable. 

10. A fine violin is “ a thing of beauty and a joy forever.” 

J. Y. Taylor. 


BUNFLOWEm. 

M y thoughts of you when far apart 
Are golden memories of the heart 
Turned brightly to you one by one. 

Like loyal sunflowers to the sun. 

Wm. H. Hayne. 


JAMES MATTHEW BARRIE. 


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JAMES MATTHEW BABRIE : 

HIS PLACE IN LITERATURE. 

rpHE life of J. M. Barrie — so far as the brief tale has yet been told — has be- 
-L come public property. He has served his apprenticeship at journalism, he has 
written successfully for the stage, he is a recognized power in literature, — and 
yet he is only thirty-two. He was born on the 9th of May, 1860, at Kirriemuir, 
in Scotland. Kirriemuir— the “Thrums’^ of Mr. Barrie’s stories— lies about 
sixty-two miles to the north of Edinburgh, and is the typical Scotch village. 
Mr. Barrie’s father belonged to the Free Church ; but his mother came from an 
Auld Licht family ; and from her her son learned, at first hand, the beliefs 
and the prejudices of the Auld Lichts. 

From Kirriemuir Barrie went, in his boyhood, to Dumfries, where his 
brother was Inspector of Schools, and he was for some time a pupil in the Dum- 
fries Academy. At eighteen he entered Edinburgh University ; and after he 
had obtained his University degree he began his journalistic career. He was a 
leader-writer on the Nottingham Journal until 1885, when he resigned his post 
and removed to London. His progress seemed slow, in the beginning ; but he 
was not discouraged. Mr. Frederick Greenwood — at that time the editor of the 
St. James Gazette — and Mr. F. W. Robinson, of Home Chimes, were among his 
earliest London friends ; and very soon his journalistic work under their aus- 
pices attracted much attention. He has an especial gift for subtle and quiet 
satire. He will treat a subject with apparently the greatest consideration, and 
so delicate is his mockery that a careless reader often gets half through an article 
before perceiving that it was written in jest. One of his books — “ An Edinburgh 
Eleven” — was made up of papers contributed to the British Weekly. Among 
those eleven portraits is one of Robert Louis Stevenson, in which Mr. Barrie 
alludes very amusingly to Henry James, and to James’s estimate of Stevenson. 
“ A literary man,” he says, “ without a fixed occupation amazes Mr. Henry 
James, a master in the school of fiction which tells, in three volumes, how 
Hiram K. Wilding trod on the skirt of Alice M. Sparkins without anything’s 
coming of it. Mr. James analyzes Mr. Stevenson with immense cleverness, 
but without summing up. That ‘ Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde’ should be by the 
author of ‘Treasure Island,’ and ‘Virginibus Puerisque’ by the author of 
‘The New Arabian Nights,’ and ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses’ by the author 
of ‘ Prince Otto,’ are to him the three degrees of comparison of wonder ; though 
for my own part I marvel more that the author of ‘ Daisy Miller’ should be Mr. 
Stevenson’s eulogist. One conceives Mr. James a boy in velveteens looking 
fearfully at Stevenson playing at pirates.” 

These British Weekly portraits were published under the pen-name of 
“Gavin Ogilvy,” but Barrie soon gave up this signature (derived from his 
mother’s family), and has published all his most important work under his 
own name,— which, indeed, it took him but brief space to make famous. 

I have never read his first book, “ Better Dead.” My acquaintance with his 
works began with the “ Auld Licht Idylls,” which was published in the March of 
1888 and met with a deserved and immediate success. It has passed through at 
least a half-dozen London editions. It proved Barrie to be— as the Saturday 


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Review made haste to announce— “ a man with a style and it proved, also, that 
he was a man with a special and most interesting gift of his own. It is 
humorous, with that exquisite humor which appears to take itself seriously. It 
is tender, witty, wise, noble, simple,— all, in short, that is original and delightful. 

“ When a Man’s Single” came in the autumn of the same year ; and in this 
book were depicted some of the author’s journalistic experiences in Nottingham 
as well as in London. 

To this merry tale succeeded “ A Window in Thrums and even with the 
spell of “ The Little Minister” still upon me, I am constrained to confess that I, 
personally, am more deeply moved by “ A Window in Thrums” than by any- 
thing else that Mr. Barrie has written. Were I to say all that I think of it, 
some scoffer might accuse me of extravagance ; but for me it is a book of books. 
It is humorous ; it is pathetic ; it is realistic ; it is romantic ; above all, it is 
human. If you can read the chapter where Jamie comes home from London, 
and catches sight of his mother’s window, when he reaches the elbow of the 
brae ; and then that other chapter where he comes home once more, and the 
mother, ay, and the father, and the sister, too, are all dead, — if you can read 
these two chapters with dry eyes, you have a heart to which pathos addresses 
itself in vain. 

In these days of the making of many books, one forgets most tales almost as 
quickly as one reads them ; but Jess sitting at her “ Window in Thrums” — where 
things happy and mournful and terrible come before her — is an unforgettable 
figure, as immortal as Jeanie Deans. Will Babbie, the Egyptian, in “The Little 
Minister,” with her conquering beauty, her wayward, inescapable charm, dwell 
also among the immortals of fiction ? I am less certain of it; and yet in some 
respects Mr. Barrie has touched his high-water mark in “ The Little Minister.” 
The men and the women in its pages are alive. The book deals with larger and 
more comprehensive issues than its predecessors. In the relation between the 
minister and his mother, the author touches yet more keenly the same chord 
that bound the hearts of Jess and her wayward Jamie in the “Window in 
Thrums.” Margaret’s pride in her son is so perfect and so unfailing that even 
when disgrace has overtaken him, and the chief elder of the kirk goes to tell her 
of it, she fairly conquers him by her simple faith, and makes it actually impos- 
sible for him to speak. 

I have been told that the tie between Mr. Barrie and his own mother is 
singularly intimate and strong ; and I can well believe it, for I can hardly recall, 
in literature, pictures of the close union between son and mother at once so real 
and so tender as those he has painted. 

Babbie is the only one of our author’s characters with whom I do not feel 
myself intimately acquainted. She puzzles me, even while she charms me ; and 
she never wholly convinces me. “ Would she have done this, or said that?” I 
sometimes find myself asking. Yet some things that she says are like sudden 
lights flashing upon a dark landscape. When she cries out to Lord Eintoul, 
“ Oh ! what have not you men to answer for who talk of love to a woman when 
her face is all you know of her; her passions, her aspirations, are for kissing to 
sleep, her very soul a plaything?” — she reveals, in a sentence, the cruel secret 
of what it pleases most men to call love. From first to last, she is as noble as 
she is wayward ; but her charm has always— and perhaps that is the secret of its 
witchery— something of the unaccountable, the unexpected, the bizarre. 

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books. I love ‘‘ A Window in Thrums” more abidingly, and shall return to 
it oftener ; but I could lay it down less impatiently. It is by token of his latest 
book that one feels sure Mr. Barrie can come out of “ Thrums” whenever it so 
pleases him, that he is not limited to any one range of life or of character, and 
that the innermost hearts of men and women are books wherein he reads, whose 
subtlest language he knows, whose secrets he has the commission to reveal. 

Louise Chandler Moulton. 


AFTER-DINNER BOTANY. 

rriHE plants — ^but nobody cares what plants do,” says Mr. Grant Allen in 

J- one of his most recent papers. Who ever takes the trouble to remem- 
ber, as he eats his tomato mayonnaise, that the pleasant acid flavor and the 
attractive crimson coloring of the chief ingredient of his salad are the lures 
which nature gave the herb to attract animals more or less voracious than him- 
self, and induce them to spread about the seeds, and help the tomato-plant to 
increase and multiply, and another year to bring forth fruit after its kind ? 

Or, if the loiterer at Delmonico’s makes so much of a reflection between 
his courses, he will hardly extend it so far as to compare the egg-plant which 
graces another place on the bill of fare with the tomato he has already eaten. 
If he did, and could persuade the waiter to bring him in one of each uncooked, 
he would find much of likeness between them. Each is a true berry, soft and 
full of seeds. Each has a peculiar and pronounced flavor, and an attractive 
outside coloring, — the crimson of the tomato being replaced by ivory-white or 
deep purple or violet in the egg-plant. But long before these observations 
had been made, doubtless the sanity of the inquisitive guest would have been 
questioned by the proprietor, and probably the police would have been called 
upon to rid the establishment of a dangerous lunatic. 

If, notwithstanding these discomforts attending the study, our vegetarian 
should pursue the matter further and take up a volume on such subjects, his 
Gray would inform him that the tomato and the egg-plant are near kinsfolk, 
being both important members of the influential family of the nightshades. 
Yes, the nightshades, — a family whose name, like some other family names, has 
an unpleasant suggestion because one member of it has been so unfortunate as 
to deserve and obtain a bad reputation. But the connection is by no means all 
bad ; for a first-cousin of the egg-plant the inquirer would find to be his old 
and esteemed friend the potato ; and, looking about in natural surprise for any 
traces of that family resemblance which at first sight seems entirely wanting, a 
close examination would doubtless astonish him, as its results so often do. If 
he should go into his garden, — or hiS neighbor’s, if he is so unfortunate as to 
have none of his own, — he would find that the blossoms of all of them, potato, 
egg-plant, and tomato, with their wheel-shaped corollas, are so closely similar 
that he might have trouble in distinguishing one from another; while his wife, 
if he is blessed with one, will tell him, when he brings them to her for inspec- 
tion, that they are all ugly weeds and all exactly alike. If this lack of sympathy, 
which, we warn him, is to be fully expected, does not entirely chill his ardor 
of investigation, one more look will show that the potato also bears a berry, 
making a pretty good counterpart of the fruit of the tomato and the egg-plant. 


AFTER-DINNER BOTANY, 


636 

And this will doubtless surprise him much, for, unless more of a philosopher 
than many folks, he has always thought in a hazy way that the fruit of the 
potato was the big mealy lump brought up to him with his roast beef. But, as 
Kipling says, that is another story. 

Another corroborative bit of evidence is furnished by the Colorado potato- 
bug, which was such a destructive pest until his sensitiveness to Paris green was 
made use of to drive him out of the gardens. This discriminating beetle, find- 
ing the gardens too hot for him, has taken, tramp-like, to the roads, and finds 
his meals by the wayside. Recognizing the likeness between the potato of his 
choice, which man deprives him of, and the Carolina nightshade, he battens 
upon the latter, and may be seen slowly munching its leaves in the sunshine, to 
the great injury of that ugly weed. 

If all this time oiir philosopher has been aiding his reflections by means 
of a favorite pipe or a savory cigar, he has pressed into his service another 
member of the same serviceable family, for the Havana leaf or the Virginia 
fine-cut grew on a stalk of another cousin. But if he attempts to find a green 
tobacco plant to trace out the resemblance to the others, it may be some time 
before he ‘‘ meets up with” a fresh specimen, and the inquiry may not end very 
profitably, unless he pursues it laboriously and at length. Let him turn again 
to his Gray, and, with a smoker’s indolence, content himself with the results of 
another man’s labors. He will then be told that the plant of his admiration is 
close kin to the other useful vegetables investigated previously, — and as well to 
the unsavory Jamestown or jimson weed, to the poisonous nightshade, to the 
beautifying belladonna, to the decorative petunia of the flower-beds, and to the 
ill-reputed henbane. 

It may interest him, too, to learn that the nicotine which alters the beat 
of his heart when indulged in too freely, and which when taken in moderation 
softly soothes him to slumber and good digestion after his dinner, obtained its 
name from Jean Nicot, one of the introducers of tobacco into Europe. Never 
heard of him, says the reader; and yet in his time Nicot was a man of impor- 
tance, being no less a person than an ambassador; which officer, according to 
the decision the- other day excluding Mr. Robert T. Lincoln from the state 
banquet given to the Emperor William, is a rank higher than that of the Min- 
ister Plenipotentiary and Envoy Extraordinary of the great United States of 
America. Friend of a queen, too, was Nicot, and while on his embassy to 
Portugal sent to his royal mistress, the wide-awake Catherine de M6dicis, then 
virtual ruler of France, a package of the seeds of a strange plant obtained by 
him from a merchant trading with the Indies, and called in certain parts of the 
New World whence, by the way, the name of the related flower petunia. 

Coming back shortly to his beloved city of Paris, Nicot brought with him 
a specimen or two of this novel herb, which, at Catherine’s behest, he planted 
and successfully cultivated, and, as one of his biographers suggests, laid the 
basis for the modern fiscal system of civilized nations by making possible a 
tobacco-tax. 

In recognition of this achievement, the learned men with whom he con- 
sorted, — for be it known that in addition to his diplomacy he was a writer of 
dictionaries and other heavy works, — these learned friends of his, I say, being 
much charmed with the properties of Nicot’s new herb, did name it in his 
honor Nicotiana, under which title it is known in books of botany to this day. 

Philemon Hemsley, 


AS IT SEEMS. 


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AS IT SEEMS. 


Conscience in the Types. — To say that the literary life has its temp- 
tations is to utter a platitude. The industrious reviewer who gets through his 
hundred volumes a week, the mighty writer of “ eds.” who shows us how to save 
the country, the eminent historian, novelist, or popularizer of science, and the 
all-round man who does whatever is demanded of him, counting all as fish that 
comes to his capacious net, are not made of different clay from those they aim 
to enlighten. It is hardly true of Andrew Lang or Sir Edwin Arnold that “ they 
are not in trouble as other men,” for they have their living to earn like the rest 
of us, their high places to maintain in the struggle for existence. And in these 
days — if indeed it was not so in all days — the burden is laid upon the craft, from 
Lord Tennyson down to the youngest reporter on the Daily, Trombone, of writing 
what people will care to read, under obvious penalties in case of non-conformity 
to public requirements. In a sense we are all axe-grinders, performers seeking 
the favor of our audience. If the gallery frowns, if we fail to fill the pit and 
stalls, we may as well hang up our instruments of music, lay our costumes aside 
in the stage wardrobes, wash the painted grins and wrinkles from our faces, and 
retire into innocuous desuetude. 

The days of the great writers are past, some lament : those who “ wrought 
in a sad sincerity” are gone, and none arise to take their places. Others main- 
tain that literature is merely a trade, to be followed by understood trade methods. 
Its professors are merchants with wares to sell ; if the flower-market demands 
that pinks be green, they will hit on a process to produce the desired color. 
They will sing bass or tenor, be realists or romancers, champion free silver or 
feudal gold, take sides with plaintiff or defendant, according as their interest 
lies. They will adorn and bow before the image of Diana or of any rival deity 
with equal unconcern; they will straddle the fence, or jump across it with the 
public cat ; on due occasion, they will assure you that black is white, and prove 
it. In short, they are base mechanicals, who care not for what they write, but 
merely for what they get by it ; who have no more regard for Matter than for 

Style, perhaps much less ; whose allegiance is given in no wise to the eternal 

verities, but wholly to the Goddess of Getting-on. 

We incline to think this view one-sided and overstrained ; we trust it gives 
the experience of few of the brethren— unless those on the great dailies at elec- 
tion-time. There are still such as worship Art for Art’s sake, or serve Truth for 
Truth’s sake, by preference, and make reluctant compromises with ^the powers 
that be. If young practitioners sometimes indulge in mental acrobatic feats, it 
mav be from regard to the many-sidedness of their mistress, and a feeling that 
it is not wise to be narrowly dogmatic. It is a frequent fallacy of the shallow 
to accuse of quibbling and insincerity those who are simply trying to get in all 
the evidence, to do justice to what is to be said on both sides. The serious in- 
quirer feels that he ought to be something else before he is a partisan, and, after 
he has taken his stand, that another position may conceivably be held by 
persons not wholly reprobates or lunatics. Thus when he shows tolerance 
toward doctrines and doctrinaires the most despised, toward Faith-Healers, or 


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AS IT SEEMS. 


Mormons, or Mugwumps, he may be practising, not paltering with, his intellec- 
tual conscience. This faculty needs educating just as much as memory and 
judgment and the power of expression. And — of this we are sure — it is a 
necessary part of one’s furnishing for any work that shall be of real value, even 
for the moment. Jim the Penman need not be Jim the forger : if he looks far 
enough, he will find it desirable to be an honest scribe. 

Perils of the Pave.— Some means should be devised to protect the guile- 
less and unwary countryman on his arrival in the city. He brings his wallet 
along, and (never having read the newspapers) intrusts its contents to the first 
amiable confidence man he meets. He is the chief patron and promoter of the 
class, numerous in the metropolis and said to have a few representatives even in 
Philadelphia, that lives by welcoming and “taking in” the stranger. One tires 
of reading that James S. Looney, of Waco, Tex., arrived in New York with a 
cargo of cattle, received a check for eleven thousand five hundred dollars (rep- 
resenting twelve years of honest industry), had it cashed by an accommodating 
new acquaintance, saw the money put in his satchel, was persuaded to check 
the same to Washington, or Cincinnati, or Atlanta, and on reaching that distant 
point found that his treasure had been magically changed to waste paper, with a 
single new dollar bill on top of the pile. 

Sometimes Mr. Looney, not to be outdone in politeness, changes a five- 
thousand-dollar note (which does not remain in his hands) in a saloon. Occa- 
sionally he advances eighteen hundred dollars to secure a new patent right 
which is speedily to overload with wealth himself and his kind entertainers. 
More frequently, alas, he is allured from his peaceful home in the wilds of 
Maine, or Montana, or Florida, or Arkansas, by green-goods circulars, liberally 
offering one hundred dollars’ worth of an article warranted indistinguishable 
from the original (as indeed it is) at the low rate of ten dollars. Once, in the 
course of these recurring journeys, he brought his pistol, and used it ; but com- 
monly he goes back innocuous as sheep from the shearer, a sadder and possibly 
(though we doubt it) a wiser man. 

On one occasion he escaped the shearing process, though by no fault of his 
own. Having rounded up a select series of Bowery saloons as cheerfully as if 
they were the steers of his accustomed plains, he was extricated by the police 
from a secluded gutter, and conveyed with difliculty to the station-house, where 
seventeen thousand dollars were found in his trousers pocket. He was so very 
drunk and dirty that the night-hawks who danced over his prostrate form had 
not thought it worth while to search him ; and it was rumored that several 
of these citizens, after reading their Worlds and Heralds next morning, were 
driven to suicide by remorse for their culpable negligence. 

This incident has neither moral nor parallel. As a rule the wild man of 
the woods, on venturing into the busy haunts of commerce, confronts a foe 
more dangerous than cowboy and Apache. His long and tangled locks may be 
undisturbed, but sharp scalping-knives will speedily remove the silver lining 
from his pocket and his dreams of urban enjoyment. 

If the Caliph Haroun Alraschid were alive and reigning, he would place 
trusty emissaries at the Grand Central and Jersey City d6p6ts, to take these san- 
guine and unsuspecting visitors in charge. As most of them may be presumed 
to be after Green Goods, a tax of ten per cent, might be laid upon their hidden 
capital, and a portion of the remainder expended in escorting them safely back 


AS IT SEEMS. 


63 ?) 

to their remote abodes. The service would thus easily pay its expenses, and the 
bunco-steerers and crooks, their means of livelihood being removed, would be 
forced into the more honorable pursuits of burglary and sneak-thievery, where 
the guardians of the peace would probably experience less difficulty in grappling 
with them than they seem to have at present. 

A Quadrennial "Woe. — We are on the eve of a national campaign which 
is likely^ to prove even more than usually embarrassing, not to say painful, to 
almost everybody concerned. Charges of arson and barratry will be preferred 
against both the candidates, and one of them, we are privately informed in ad- 
vance, is likely to be accused of having, in his hot youth, boiled and eaten his 
great-aunt. The editor of the Bazoo Bugbear will call attention to the fact that 
his rival’s wife wears brass ear-rings, and will proudly demand, “ What will the 
hell-hounds of the Nuisance say” to the new patent sink just erected at great 
expense in the Bugbear office. Many a worthy citizen will allow zeal to get the 
better of discretion as he settles the affairs of the nation over his beer, and will 
be locked up with a black eye and an ensanguined nose from Saturday night to 
Monday morning. Many a leader and moulder of public Thought will be busily 
engaged in constructing dirt-pies for his own consumption after the election. 
If any should ask the irrelevant question, as did old Kaspar’s grandson concern- 
ing the battle of Blenheim, what good is to come of the fuss, or what it is all 
about, they must be reminded that their curiosity is premature. We cannot tell 
yet what the leading issues may be, whether the Tariff, or Silver, or the Farmers, 
or Labor, or Immigration, or some ember of the Recent Unpleasantness: in fact, 
there is time to get up any number of new issues between now and November. 
Only one variety of patriot is quite sure of what he wants and what is essential 
to the preservation of the Commonwealth — the honest machinist, of whom 
Hosea Biglow slightingly remarked, “ He don’t vally principle more’n an old 
cud.” It was this public servant who, in a moment of open-heartedness, cried 

at a Chicago Convention, “ What are we here for, but ” Let the rest pass in 

silence. It is forbidden to speak evil of dignities ; and the Professional Poli- 
tician is our Master. We are his servants, we meekly do his bidding, and by 
our means he “ gets there every time” — except sometimes when he overdoes his 
work and overreaches his object ; for even Helots will rise when they feel that 
oppression has gone too far. To us who are not running for office, what does it 
matter who gets in ? Why march in torchlight processions, and throw up our 
hats and yell with the crowd, unless there is something to hurrah for ? 

An obscure Yankee paper ventures this sentiment, — we modify its offensive 
personalities : “ Every loyal Demlican (or Repubocrat, as you prefer) desires 
the success of his party in the next campaign, but if it must be accomplished at 
the expense of honesty the most of them will prefer defeat.” 

That ought to be true, but it is not true, as the editor knows perfectly well. 
He adds something about “the best principles of the time-honored organiza- 
tion,” but we will not comment on them just now. We will wait first to see 
what they are going to be this time. 

Liittleism.— This is Mrs. Atherton’s word, and she says that women are 
“ the natural exponents” of the thing it stands for. They “ will devote, in nice 
English, page after page to the minute descriptions of street-car advertisements, 
the details of a boarding-house table, the carriage of a parasol, or the successive 
psychological details of a ‘ cry.’ ” 


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Xrue — too true ; and that is why men, or most of them, do not care to read 
the highly popular novels of Miss This, and Mrs. That, and Mme. Thingamy, 
and the Countess What-d’ye-call-’em. One may spend any amount of time on 
these eminent works, and have nothing to show for it, for the pages are full of 
petty and trivial details about matters of no earthly consequence in themselves, 
and no interest whatever to the superior masculine mind. Ladies, you really 
ought not to do so.— And yet they probably know what they are at. They are 
writing for other ladies, who delight in hearing just how a glove fits, and how 
the handle of the parasol is shaped, and how often Mrs. Littlesteak gives hash 
for breakfast, and how Johnny got the measles. 

And yet it was a man who brought in this evil custom. It was Kichardson, 
of abhorred memory, who turned from ancient Romance to modern Realism, 
and set the fashion of devoting forty pages to the bride’s gown. The softer sex 
devoured his productions with copious tears and cries of joy, and ever since then 
some men, as well as a great many women, have found it profitable to practise 
as Littleists. Their trade — or, to be more polite, their art — is only one variety 
of Realism, for most concrete realities are little enough ; indeed, far too little to 
put on paper, if these artists paused to ask whether a thing was worth doing 
before doing it. 

The whole is made up of its parts, and American literature has of late 
years attained distinction in regions where of old it was conspicuous by its 
absence. The issue of this magazine for December last was made up wholly of 
articles by Southern writers and on Southern topics. Pursuing the same idea, 
the June number will be devoted to the great West, considering that term to 
cover the States between the Alleghanies and the Rocky Mountains. The novel 
(his first) is from the pen of James Lane Allen: it will challenge comparison 
with anything he has written. There are short stories by Maurice Thompson 
and Patience Stapleton, poems by James Whitcomb Riley and Ella Wheeler 
Wilcox, and a review by Robert Burns Wilson. Ex-Senator Ingalls supplies 
an article on the westward course of empire, Murat Halstead one on Western 
newspapers, and Prof. J. B. McMaster another on the formation and develop- 
ment of the West. A surprise awaits our readers in what Mr. W. H. G. Shanks 
has to say about ancient cities in the American Desert. A new feature, which 
it is proposed to retain hereafter, will be the greater nnmber of illustrations. 

The portrait of Mrs. M. E. W. Sherwood in the February number of this 
magazine has attracted so much attention that we regret the unintentional 
omission of credit to the artist, Stephen Hills Parker, an American born in 
New York, but now residing in Paris, where the original painting was executed 
in 1884, and photographed by the house of Goupil & Co., now Boussard, Valadin 
& Co. 

The Prize Question experiment for fitting quotations to famous names has 
met such success in the number and quality of the quotations received in rela- 
tion to the first topic, that we call special attention to the announcement of 
prizes and the array of selected passages on the second page of “ Current Notes” 
of this issue, with the third subject proposed. 


BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


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BOOKS OF THE MONTH 

When a good thing comes into the world, be it man, manner, 
or book, the world finds it cannot do better than go on re- 
peating it. Thus we have edition on edition, more or less 
amended, of the ancient heroes, of social formulas, and of 
standard books. Chesterfield’s Letters is one of these latter, 
and it would be hard to discover another whose long life can 
be more easily accounted for. Wit united with wisdom; 
worldly prudence spoken with polish and charm ; knowledge in the garb of 
urbanity, and cynicism hand in hand with elegance : these are the traits which 
give to the letters of this gentlemanly sinner a perennial life. Every generation 
since Lord Chesterfield’s death has demanded its edition of his Letters; and 
every generation, till good manners are abandoned and wit is forgotten, will 
continue to read them. 

Recognizing this, the Messrs. Lippincott are about to put forth, with all 
the distinction of pica type, luxurious paper, and wide margins, a new imprint 
of Lord Mahon’s edition of 1845, of which the Quarterly Review of that time 
wrote, “ When we compare Lord Mahon’s edition of these famous letters with 
what we have had before, it is hardly too much to say that he has given us a 
new work.” There has been nothing essential added to the material contained 
in Lord Mahon’s volumes since the issue of the final one in 1853 ; and it is safe 
to assert that no editor could possibly surpass him in scholarship and judicious 
taste. 

The present edition is in all respects the counterpart of Lord Mahon’s. It 
is in five imperial octavo volumes, printed from type, and contains the admira- 
ble preface and notes of the original, with all the portraits. There are, how- 
ever, practically two editions: one limited to one hundred and fifty numbered 
copies, bound sumptuously in brown half-morocco and containing ten extra 
portraits ; the other numbering seven hundred and fifty copies, bound in a royal 
mingling of white and deep red. The volumes, separately and collectively, 
are a delight to the eye, and they are rendered doubly precious to the lover 
of elegant books, through the knowledge that the type from which they were 
printed is distributed and that duplication is no longer possible. The pos- 
sessor of such a set of books must be forgiven a conscious pride, even by the 
most jealous of his unlucky rivals. 


The Letters of 
— Philip Dormer 
Stanhope, Earl 
of Chesterfield. 
Edited with Notes 
by Lord Mahon. 
In five volumes. 


d‘ t'ons of the ^ curious and valuable book is this which comes in a 
Second Book of scholarly-looking habit from the Lippincott press. Follow- 
Moses, called Ex- ing the lines of investigation into the Scriptures laid down 
odus. By Edward t;he author’s previous volumes, A Review of the Holy 
B. Latch. Bible, and Indications of the Book of Genesis, the present 

treatise seeks to show, in an ampler way, what may be derived from a study of 
Biblical history viewed from entirely new stand-points. The bases of his argu- 
ment, Mr. Latch tells us, are six: The Holy Trinity, The Overthrow of Evil 
and the Redemption of the Fallen, The Antiquity of Man, The Great Law of 
Iniquity, The Mystery of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, and the Veil 
VoL. XLIX.— 41 


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BOOKS OF THE MONTH. 


which enshrouds the Sacred Writings. With these as subject-matter and with 
the Scriptures as his guide, Mr. Latch discovers some surprising data in the 
Book of Exodus. As an example of this may be quoted the substance of one 
of the diagrams accompanying the text. The four rivers of Eden are made to 
symbolize the four ages of man ; and the periods of the life of Moses as given 
in Exodus are connected with these by means of allegory. Through this 
method Mr. Latch proves again and again the thesis set down in his earlier 
work. He discovers the duration of time and fixes the dates at which the crises 
of future history are to appear. Indeed, the Bible in Mr. Latch’s hands be- 
comes a greater cryptogram, wherein are hidden keys to not a few of the terres- 
trial mysteries. 

But in a brief record of a book of such scope small justice can be done to 
its far-reaching contentions. The author’s method, his earnestness, and his wide 
knowledge of the Bible must make a strong appeal to those who obey the man- 
date to search the Scriptures. The book will repay a thoughtful perusal, and will 
be found to suggest new angles of vision from which to view the eternal verities. 


A Covenant with 
the Dead. By the 
Author of A Har- 
vest of Weeds. 


A novel with a plot is a literary refreshment in these days 
of analyzed motive and debated ethics. There is endless 
“human delight” in typical characters woven in and out 
through the meshes of the gathering crises, till the end in 
one great crash, and a wholesome clearing up. This is the 
method of the masters. It is always sure to please. Even the reader who likes 
his fiction to lie in wait for the impulses of the soul, acknowledges the older 
method to be irresistible in charm. When, then, to this characteristic, a book 
adds the traits of endless invention, of plot within plot, and of a breezy rapidity 
of motion, it presents a claim to attention which no one who desires unreflect- 
ing entertainment will pass over. 

A Covenant with the Dead, just issued in the J. B. Lippincott Company’s 
Series of Select Novels, fulfils every demand in this regard. It is an undeniable 
story. It is written with breezy energy, and it carries one forward from point 
to point with the healthy fatigue of action, rather than a weariness born of 
inanity. The story is, briefly, that of the noble house of the Earl of Netley. 
It opens with a telling adventure in which the Earl’s future daughter-in-law 
rescues a huntsman who has fallen from his horse in a rocky glen of Wales. 
She watches all night through a driving snow-storm, and in the morning her 
pluck and womanly tact save the injured rider. With this as a starting-point 
the plot begins to unfold to view the lives of Lord Mirfield and his brother 
Arthur and of the women whom they wrong by faithless marriages. To betray 
any of the well-kept secrets would anticipate the pleasure of the reader; but 
it is safe to say that very few will foresee the denofiment of the winding story, 
and none will fail to recognize the subtle possibility of all the startling events 
which occur. To maintain truth to fact is the only conscientious plan for win- 
ning the favor of a reader. One resents an impotent conclusion after a promise 
of sustained interest. Truth to fact, or possible fact, is the strong element in 
this novel ; and the most exacting lover of fiction will find the implied cove- 
nant with him kept as faithfully as was the covenant with the dead. 


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CURRENT NOTES. 


. WHY THE BISCUITS WERE BAD. 

It was no fault of the cook, although she was blamed by the mistress 
because the biscuits were not as light, delicate, and finely flavored as 
usual. 

When it was too late the cook found she had been imposed upon by the 
grocer or his boy, who had given her a new brand of baking powder in place 
of the Royal, which she had always used with good luck, and which had 
been ordered. She had used the new kind, spoiled the biscuit, and received a 
scolding. 

The Royal Baking Powder, as every cook knows, is always to be relied 
upon. It is one of the greatest aids she has. She is always able with the least 
trouble to make the very finest biscuits, cakes, muffins, and crusts. Many a 
cook’s reputation has been made by the delicious things she has been able to 
make with it. It is no wonder that she is indignant when the grocer sends her 
another baking powder in its place, which spoils her food, injures her reputa- 
tion, and brings her blame. 

The grocer sends her the new brand of baking powder simply because it 
costs him so much less and he can make more profit by selling it than he can 
on the Royal. The Royal is made from the very finest materials and costs 
much more than any other brand, which accounts for its superiority, although 
it is sold to consumers at the same price. 

The cook should examine carefully the label of the baking powder and see 
that she is not imposed upon. If the grocer sends anything but the Royal, 
send it back, as one cook did five times until she got the Royal. The only safe 
way is for the cook to have the finest things to work with, and the Royal is 
not only the finest, but the most economical to use, because it goes so much 
further. 

Length of Life of Various Animals. — Elephants live 100 years and 
upward; rhinoceros, 20; camel, 100; lion, 25 to 50; tigers, leopards, jaguars, 
and hyenas (in confinement), about 25; beaver, 50; deer, 20; wolf, 20; fox, 14 
to 16 ; llamas, 15; chamois, 25 ; monkeys and baboons, 16 to 19 ; hare, 8 ; squir- 
rel, 7; rabbit, 7; swine, 25; stag, under 50; horse, 30; ass, 30; sheep, under 
10 ; cow, 20 ; ox, 30 ; swans, parrots, and ravens, 200 ; eagle, 100 ; geese, 80 ; 
hens and pigeons, 10 to 16; hawks, 30 to 40; crane, 24; blackbird, 10 to 12; 
peacock, 20; pelican, 40 to 50; thrush, 1 to 10; wren, 2 to 3 ; nightingale, 15; 
blackcap, 15 ; linnet, 14 to 23 ; goldfinch, 20 to 24; redbreast, 10 to 12 ; skylark, 
10 to 30 ; titlark, 5 to 6 ; chaffinch, 20 to 24 ; starling, 10 to 12 ; carp, 70 to 150 ; 
pike, 30 to 40; salmon, 16 ; codfish, 14 to 17 ; eel, 10; crocodile, 100; tortoise, 
100 to 200 ; whale, estimated, 1000 ; queen bees live 4 years; drones, 4 months ; 
worker bees, 6 months. 


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CURRENT NOTES. 


PRIZE QUESTIONS. 


FITTING aUOTATlONS TO FAMOUS NAMES. 


In the March number of this magazine, on page 392, we offered four prizes 
for the quotation, in prose or verse, not exceeding four lines, most appropriate to 
their subjects. General Custer being the first of these. In response to this prop- 
osition several hundred contestants have entered the field. A number of them 
have neglected to observe the rule, “Each competitor to make but one answer,” 
i.e., to offer a single quotation only ; and several have taken their selections from 
matter “ written with direct reference to the subject.” In these cases, of course, 
the passages submitted could not be considered. Several meritorious quotations 
came from a number of different senders each. The prizes have been awarded 
as follows : 

First Prize. 


Perish discretion when it interferes with duty . — Hannah More. 

From Marjorie Graves, Dubuque, Iowa. 


“ Littlespeed.” 


. Second Prize. 

He gazed upon the unequal fight, 

His ranks all rent and gory. 

And felt the shadows close like night 
Round his career of glory. 

From “Death of Lyon.” Anonymous. 

Bugle Echoes, 1886. “ Felix Ballou.” 

From H. L. Burnell, Harrisburg, Pa. 


" Third Prize. 

Be not too bold ! Yet better the excess 
Than the defect; better the more than less; 

Better like Hector in the field to die, 

Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly. 

From “ Morituri Salutamus.” Longfellow. 
“ Boots and Saddles.” 

From Mrs. W. F. Wolfe, Newtonville, Mass. 


Fourth Prize. 


Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail 
Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. 
Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair 
And what may quiet us in death so noble. 


From John Rumsey 


From “Samson Agonistes.” 


“ Excelsior.” 

Sanford, Seneca Falls, N.Y. 


Milton. 


Continued on page 646. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


645 


MOSAIC LAWS 

Were so rigid that, if faithfully observed, the blood 
was kept pure and the body free from all contami- 

nation. The great law- 
giver knew that when the 
blood becomes impure, 
eruptions appear on the 
skin, digestion is feeble, 
the joints ache, and every 
organ is more or less af- 
fected. In such cases, 
the most beneficial reme- 
dy is AYER’S Sarsapa- 
rilla, the best tonic-alter- 
ative in existence. It is 
the great health-restorer 
and health - maintainer. 
sharpens the appetite, 
strengthens the nerves, and invigorates the whole 
system. Don^t be induced to try cheap substi- 
tutes, which contain no sarsaparilla or any other 
really health-giving ingredient. Insist upon having 

AYER’S Sarsaparilla 

Prepared by Dr. J. C. Ayer &. Co., Lowell, Mass. 

Has cured others, will cure you 



FOR COLDS AND COUGHS 

Sore throat, croup, bronchitis, la grippe, loss of voice, hoarseness, 
asthma, consumption in its early stages, and all the common dis- 
orders of the Throat and Lungs, the promptest and most effica- 
cious remedy is 

Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral, 

Prepared by Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Mass. 


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CURRENT NOTES. 


prize: questions — Continued. 


We copy, according to our promise, the four quotations judged most appro- 
priate after the above: 


First. 


Leader of the charging spear, 

Fiery heart! — and liest thou here? 

May this narrow spot inurn 
Aught that so could beat and burn ? 

From “ Heart of Bruce.” Felicia Hemans. 
“ G. Stuart.” 


Second. 

* « Their guide, 

Amongst his murthered troops there resolutely died. 

From “ Polyolbion,” VIII. Drayton 
“Arty Love.” 


Third. 

One of the noblest men, one of the knightliest soldiers, and one of the most inexcusable 
sacrihces in the history of our army. 

From Dedication of “ Marion’s Faith.” Capt. Charles King. 
“ Marion.” 


Fourth. 

Sleep, soldier ! still in honored rest 
Thy truth and valor bearing : 

The bravest are the tenderest, — 

The loving are the daring .^ — Bayard Taylor. 
* The last quotation was submitted by a number of contestants. 


Contestants are referred for instructions and rules to the March number of 
the magazine, and are further requested to write, immediately beneath their 
quotations, the author’s name, and the title of the poem, oration, essay, or vol- 
ume whence taken, then the assumed name, and finally the real name and 
address — all on a single piece of paper. 

The interest taken in this contest has been gratifying, alike in the number 
of contestants and in the general intelligence of the selections. We expect 
that this interest will be continued. 

The subject for this month is 


BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


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for Infants and Children. 


* ‘ C ast or i a is so •well adapted to children that 
I recommend it as superior to any prescription 
known to me.” n. A. Archer, I.I. D., 

Ill Sow Oxford St, Brooklyn, N. Y. 


The use of ‘ Castoria ’ is so universal and 
its merits so well known that it seems a work 
of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the 
intelligent families who do not keep Castoria 
within easy reach.” 

Carlos Martyn, P. D , 

New York City. 

Late Pastor Bloomingdale Beformed Church. 


Castoria cures Colic, Constipation, 

Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea. Lructation, 

Kills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di- 
gestion, 

Without injurious medication. 


For several years I have recommended 
your ‘ Castoria, ’ and shall always continue to 
do so as it has invariably produced beneficial 
results.” 

EnwiN F. Pardeb, M. D., 

“ The Winthrop,” l;26th Street and 7th Ave., 
New York City, 


The Centaur Company, 77 Murray Street, New York. 



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Meat-Eaters. — Many races of men live entirely on animal food, and these 
are tlie most hardy, and, from all I have been able to gather on the subject, the 
most free from diseases of all kinds. Sir Francis Head says of the Pampas 
Indians, “ They are all horsemen, or, rather, pass their lives on horseback. In 
spite of the climate, which is burning hot in summer and freezing in winter, 
these brave men, who have never yet been subdued, are entirely naked, and have 
not even a covering for their head. They live together in tribes, each of which 
is governed by a cacique, but they have no fixed place of residence. Where the 
pasture is good, there are they to be found until it is consumed by their horses, 
and they then instantly move to a more verdant spot. They have neither bread, 
fruit, nor vegetables, but they subsist entirely on the fiesh of their mares.” 

Describing the effect on himself of this diet. Sir Francis says, “ After I had 
been riding three or four months, and I had lived on beef and water, I found 
myself in a condition which I can only describe by saying that I felt no exertion 
could kill me. Although I constantly arrived so completely exhausted that I 
could not speak, yet a few hours’ sleep upon my saddle on the ground always 
so completely restored me that for a week I could daily be upon my horse before 
sunrise, could ride till two or three hours after sunset, and have really tired ten 
or twelve horses a day. This will explain the immense distances which people 
in South America are said to ride, which I am confident could only be done on 
beef and water.” The Gauchos of the Argentine Republic live entirely on roast 
beef and salt, scarcely ever tasting farinaceous or other vegetable food, and their 
sole beverage is mat4, or Paraguay tea, taken without sugar. — The Gentleman^ s 
Magazine. 

Artists’ Fortunes. — Mr. Spielmann has compiled an interesting list of 
rich artists, beginning with Zeuxis, who “ left an enormous fortune,” and coming 
down to the death of Sir Edwin Landseer, whose trustees “ paid probate duty on 
£160,000.” Other rich artists of the past were Sir W. Tite (£400,000), J. Nolle- 
kens, R.A. (£206,000), Sir N. D. Holland, R.A. (£200,000), Sir R. Taylor (£180,- 
000), J. M. W. Turner, R.A. (£140,000), J. Dawe, R.A. (£100,000), W. Chantrey, 
R.A. (£100,000), and among those who left very considerable sums, though 
under £100,000, Sir Joshua Reynolds, Maclise, Etty, Laurence, Lely, Vandyck, 
West, Gibson, and ^^orthcote. We cannot supplement the above figures with 
details of incomes of living artists, but Sir J. E. Millais, Sir John Gilbert, Mr. 
Orchardson, R.A., Sir J. E. Boehm, R.A., Mr. Waterhouse (the architect), and 
Mr. Alma-Tadema are known to be rich men, even according to what is counted 
riches in wealthy London of the present day. Of French artists Carolus Duran, 
Bonnat, Henner, Puvis de Chavannes, Bouguereau, and Lefebvre are in enjoy- 
ment of princely incomes. Among artists who have died comparatively recently, 
and whom Mr. Spielmann omits, are Cousins, the engraver, who died worth 
£70,000 ; J. J. Jenkins, of the Old Water-Color Society, who was worth £50,000 ; 
and, lastly, Frank Holl, R.A., who left a considerable fortune, and was earning 
over £10,000 yearly for twelve years before his death. All these fortunes have 
been earned in art ; we do not take account of artists, like Mr. Ruskin or Sir 
Coutts Lindsay, who have inherited fortunes. — London Sunday Times. 

According to French statistics, the production of wool is steadily in- 
creasing all over the globe. At the same time, the rate of progress is within 
normal limits, and does not exceed the requirements of consumption. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


649 


How to P reserve and Beautify the H 


air. 


We often hear ladies speak of their hair when they were young ; how long, 
beautiful, and glossy it used to be. Even the color has been changed to the 
disadvantage and appearance of the lady. When the hair is not gray it has 
changed in many ways, become streaky, faded, and put on a generally worn-out 
appearance. The annoyance resulting from these developments is very great, 
and the question how to remedy them is one that troubles the minds of nearly 
every one. Since the discovery of the Imperial Hair Regenerator the trials and 
difficulties which ladies experience can be entirely overcome. This scientific 
preparation restores the faded or gray hair to the natural color or any other 
shade that may be desired. It is so perfectly natural in its results that it is 
impossible for the keenest eye to detect its use, and it restores the beautiful, 
youthful glossiness that is so greatly admired. Patti, Davenport, Valti, and all 
the leading professionals as well as society leaders of New York have attested 
to its intrinsic merits. It is made in seven colors, from which innumerable 
shades can be obtained. Ladies should send sample of their hair to the 
Company, and it will be regenerated free of charge. They can then judge 
of its merits. 

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650 


CURRENT NOTES. 


The King of Washing Powders. — It is an old saying, and one well 
worthy of every one’s attention, that “ Cleanliness is next to godliness.” A 
number of years ago a washing powder was put upon the market with a view to 
making cleanliness more easily attainable than it then was. This powder was 
called Pyle’s Pearline. It is the pioneer of all washing powders, and now, 
although it has many imitators, there is not one of them that can come within 
speaking-distance of it. 

There is always one make in every line of goods that stands head and 
shoulders above the rest, and in washing powders this make is Pyle’s Pearline. 
It can be used where soap cannot, and cleans thoroughly wherever used, saving 
an immense deal of labor. Praising it, however, is not necessary, as the public 
fully realize its merits, and a grocer who tries to palm off something else as just 
as good, succeeds only in lowering his reputation for truth-telling. — The Brooklyn 
(A”. F.) Times. 


The Khedive and the Sentry. — The Khedive, oddly enough for an 
Oriental, did not smoke, with the result that the palace cigarettes — invariably 
handed round with coffee — were notoriously the worst in Cairo, and, except in 
the case of absolute strangers, it was ludicrous to see how tobacco was avoided 
in his presence. He always carried a cigarette-case, however, and delighted in 
offering it and little presents of money to the English sentries placed on guard 
round his palace when first Cairo was occupied by British troops. He loved to 
tell stories of his experience with these guards. 

An early riser, he was in the habit of either beginning his reading of ofiicial 
reports or walking in his garden in the cool sunrise hour. One morning, return- 
ing to the palace from a walk in the gardens of Ghazireh, he was stopped by a 
sentry. 

“ Yer can’t go in ’ere, yer know,” said the man of war, with the Briton’s 
amiable contempt for the fat little “ furriner.” 

“But I belong to the palace,” faltered the Khedive, delighted. 

“ Oh, do yer ? Got a good place ?” 

“Very good,” said Tewfik, diffidently. 

“ Ah, yer look like it. Bustin’ times, I suppose. Nothing to do and plenty 
to eat. I wouldn’t mind serving your master. Would he stand six shilling a 
day? What sort of feller is he?” 

And then, alas! the sergeant coming round recognized and saluted the 
Khedive, to the vast discomfort of Thomas Atkins and to the chagrin of his 
Highness, who would fain have heard more about himself, and who probably 
had never received a more sincere offer of service. — Blackwood's Magazine. 


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CURRENT NOTES. 


China. — To describe China’s condition in the political terms of the West 
is a very difficult task, so inadequate are these terms to express the different 
phases of Oriental life. The government is patriarchal, and is sustained by the 
accumulated force of centuries of use and wont. The Emperor is (in theory) 
the father of the people ; his subordinates are little fathers. The officials, high 
and low, are supposed to govern according to established customs and to a good 
code of laws founded on the precepts of Confucius. But there is no strong 
national sentiment. The empire is an aggregation of States, with few of the 
connecting links by which, in the multiform corporate life of the West, province 
is knit to province. China leads a sort of polypus life. The provinces are 
separated from each other by spoken languages diverging from a common 
source as widely as do French, Italian, and Spanish ; and within one province 
there are variations of dialect so strongly pronounced as to make the speech of 
one district almost incomprehensible to another. The means of communication 
are slow and costly. There is no highly-vitalized energy throbbing from one 
end of the land to the other. The blood circulates very slowly through the cor- 
porate body. Strong clan jealousies and mutual distrust keep the people apart 
and force them to live a sectional, disjointed life. 

The Chinese system of government lacks entirely the progressive and uni- 
fying element of popular election. The people have no voice in the choice of 
their rulers, and the rulers consider the people as so many sheep to be fleeced. 
The officials are paid starvingly low salaries, and many offices are openly bought. 
Corruption and extortion may, therefore, be said to be almost sanctioned, the 
only restraint being the dread of insurrection and the power of guilds, clans, and 
secret societies. There is imperfect protection from robbers and pirates, many 
villages preferring to subsidize robber bands rather than to have to deal with 
the worse form of robbery practised by the officials . — The Westminster Review. 

Turncoat. — This opprobrious Epithet took its rise from one of the first 
dukes of Savoy, whose dominions lying open to the incursions of the two con- 
tending houses of Spain and France, he was obliged to temporize and fall in with 
that power that was most likely to distress him, according to the success of their 
arms against one another. So, being frequently obliged to change sides, he got 
a coat made that was blue on one side and white on the other and might be 
indifferently worn either side out. While in the Spanish interest he wore the 
blue side out, but reserved the white side for the French. Hence he was sur- 
named the Turncoat. 

A Great Invention for Countrymen. — A much-needed invention has 
lately been brought to notice in London and received the commendation of the 
press. It consists of a simple and inexpensive device for automatically shutting 
off the gas when it has been blown out instead of being turned off in the usual 
way. The principle upon which this mechanism is based is the expansion and 
contraction of a metallic loop made of German silver and steel, which is adjusted 
very close to the gas-flame. One end of the loop is free, while the other is 
secured to the fixture ; a valve containing the gas is attached to the free end, and, 
when the gas is burning, the valve is open and the gas freely escapes. If, how- 
ever, the gas is blown out, the property of the loop is quickly to cool and contract, 
and the valve will shut off the gas. The device is said to respond promptly to 
the change in temperature. 


CURRENT NOTES. 


653 


Home Knowledge 


is all astray about scrofula. Pale, thin, delicate, children are 
apt to be suspected of scrofula, when perhaps all they need 
is a more carefully directed life. 

Your doctor is the one to judge for you, and to tell you 
how to get your child back to health. 

Our knowledge of scrofula is becoming clearer. Ten 
years ago we did not even know the cause of it. We now 
know that both consumption and scrofula are produced by 
the growth of a germ. We have found the germ; identified 
it; one germ — the same one producing both consumption 
and scrofula. In consumption this germ is in the lungs; in 
scrofula it is in some other part of the body. 

This deep and difficult knowledge is of no value to you; 
you cannot use it. It is of the greatest value to your 
doctor ; he does use it. 

The scrofulous child is fat-starved ; and yet scrofulous 
children are apt to loathe fat. They must have it. They 
will take, and can digest, the easiest fat in its easiest form ; 
that is Scott’s Emulsion of cod-liyer oil. 


You are welcome to a book on CAREFUL LIVING, if you write for it to Scott & Bowne, Chemists, 
132 South Fifth Avenue, New York. 

Scott’s Emulsion of cod-liver oil, at any drug-store, $1. 


654 


CURRENT NOTES. 


The Gems of the Ancients. — The gems of the ancients, according to 
Prof. J. H. Middleton’s book on the Engraved Gems of Classical Times, consisted 
chiefly of the varieties of quartz, — including colorless rock-crystal, amethyst, 
sard, carnelian, chalcedony, chrysoprase, plasma, jasper, onyx, and sardonyx. 
Among the non-silicious stones were chrysoberyl, topaz, emerald, garnet, peri- 
dote, turquoise, opal, and lapis-lazuli. The translucent stones are preferred, for 
artistic purposes, to the transparent ones. They admit the light, but not the 
forms of objects, and better reveal the charms of fine and noble workmanship. 
Many “ gems” have been wrought or reproduced in paste and glass. Paste was 
a hard glass colored by various metallic oxides, such as those of manganese, iron, 
copper, and cobalt. Sometimes a piece of paste was treated by the gem-engraver 
just as if it were a natural stone, and sculptured by the aid of the same tools; 
but more generally the glass was melted and pressed into a mould. Such a 
mould had been taken from an engraved gem by a pellet of clay which was after- 
wards hardened by fire. Paste gems are often beautiful in color and desip, 
thougli the material lacks something of the optical properties which distinguish 
many of the true natural stones. The tools and processes employed in ancient 
times in engraving gems were virtually the same as those in use to-day, diills, 
wire saws, and files, re-enforced with emery, and gravers of diamond, sapphire, 
or rock-crystal . — Popular Science Monthly. 

The literary syndicate is not a novelty, but the importance of it is daily 
becoming so much greater as to call for comment. It was especially founded to 
supply the newspapers with a better class of literary material at lower rates, by 
means of simultaneous publication in different parts of the country. If not the 
Nestor in this line of work, S. S. McClure has at least become one of the most 
enterprising and daring of the various syndicate managers ; and from the most 
modest of beginnings — with little household and fashion notes — he has in a few 
years become the middle-man between the most powerful of newspapers and the 
most expensive of writers. His lists are veritable arrays of distinguished names 
in all branches of the art, while he is a tireless worker, and watches his preserves 
with the eyes of a lynx. He is a young Scotch- American by birth, and a 
“ hustler,” in the best sense of the word, by self-education. He began his liter- 
ary work on The Wheelman, but from it drifted into the syndicate line without 
great difficulty less than ten years ago. He worked at this with indomitable 
energy, and against obstacles that at times became quite oppressive ; but to-day 
he boasts that a single issue of the Sunday newspapers means from three to five 
thousand dollars of cost to him for the material he has furnished. His wares 
are now scattered all over the world. A friend, writing of him recently in the 
Philadelphia Press, says that, “ By a development as healthy as it was inevitable, 
the work on which Mr. McClure had entered took form and shape, crossed 
oceans, and established itself in each of the three homes of the English-speaking 
race. It is not easy to speak without exaggeration, and it is impossible to con- 
template without enthusiasm, the skill which has secured the confidence both of 
authors and editors ; won the good will, on the one hand, of the distinguished 
names of letters of whom all know, and, on the other, of the thousand men who 
pass on manuscripts and supplement in our newspapers, whom no one knows, 
and who provide — more or less successfully — for millions of readers yet more 
unknown than themselves. To buy a manuscript from one author and sell it to 
twenty editors seems an easy task — until a man has tried it .” — Current Literature. 


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45 sold in ’ 88 

2, 230 sold in ’00 

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A complete STEEL WINDMILL and complete 
STEEL TOWER every 3 minutes during the 
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Where one goes others follow, and 
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Our record for perfect truthfulness and accuracy of state- 
ment requires us to say that though sold, we were, through 
lack of facilities, unable to make and ship all of the ^,049 
Aermotors in ’91. Orders frequently waited 8 weeks in their 
turn to be filled, but this year we hope to ship the day re- 
ceived, every order. We have vastly increased our plant 
and are now prepared to plant our increase In every habit- 
able portion of the globe. 

Are you curious to know how the Aermotor Company 
In the fourth year of its existence, came to make many 
times as many windmills as all other factories combined? 
How it came to originate the Steel Wheel, the Steel Fixed 
Tower, the Steel Tilting Tower, how it has been possible to 
do so many original things and make a success absolutely 
unprecedented in the history of the United States’ unpre- 
cedented success in invention and manufacture? 

1st. It is due to the fact that wo commenced In a field 
In which there had been no improvement or intelligent 
effort in that direction for a quarter of a century, and one 
in which there seemed to be no talent or ambition engaged 
and none yet has been exhibited except in a stupid, feeble- 
minded sort of a way to imitate our Steel Aermotor and 
Steel Towers. Had the imitations been made with any in- 
telligence or success these imitators could not possibly 
know and follow our very thorough and exhaustive revision 
of the Aermotor and Tower for ’^2. This includes the most 
perfect bearings that have ever been put in a windmill and 
an incorporation of all the little suggestions that our vast 
experience has produced. 

2d. To the fact that before commencing the manufacture, 
exhaustive scientific investigation and experiments were 
made by a skilled mechanical engineer, in which over 5,000 
dynamometric tests were made on 61 different forms of 
wheels, propelled by artificial and therefore uniform wind, 
by which were settled definitely many questions relating 
to the proper speed of wheel, the best form, angle, curvature 
and amount of sail surface, the resistance of air to rotation, 
obstructions in the wheel, such as heavy wooden arms, 
obstructions before the wheel, as in the vaneless mill, and 
numerous other more abstruse, though not less Important 
questions. These investigations proved that the power 
of the best wind wheels could be doubled, and the 
AERMOTOR daily demonstrates it has been done. 

3d. To the liberal policy of the Aermotor Co., that guar- 
antees Its goods satisfactoi'y or pays freight both ways, and 

4th. To the enormous output of its factory which has 
made possible a reduction of prices so that it furnishes the 
best article at less than the poorest is sold for. 

If you want a firm Fixed Tower made of Strong, Stiff Steel, 
and a Wheel thai will cost you less than wood, and last lo times 
as long-\F YOU WANT THE TOWER YOU DON’T HAVE TO 
CLIMB (The Tilting Tower) and THE WHEEL that RUNS when 
all others STAND STILL (The Aermotor), or, if you want a 
wheel that will churn, grind, cut feed, “^mp water, turn grind- 
stone and saw wood. i. e. A GEARED AERMOTOR THAT WILL 
DO THE WORK OF FOUR HORSES AT THE COST OF ONE 
($100) write for copiously illustrated printed matter, show- 
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The Maid and the Magpie. — A cur4 of Paris is said to have endeavored 
unsuccessfully to suppress a certain regular mass that was originally instituted 
for the repose of the soul of a servant-girl who had been hanged for various acts 
of theft, found subsequently to have been committed by a magpie. The cure 
examined the records of the church without finding any clue to the story. 
To this the correspondent subjoined the query, “ When was the story of the 
‘ Thieving Magpie’ first put into circulation?” This does not appear to have 
met with a response, either in that or in any subsequent issue. Very recently I 
have found the following variant, transcribed from the pages of the Universal 
Museum of May, 1764 : 

“Friday, 18, [April?] — A tablespoon and a small one were missing from a 
public house at Limehouse, and a servant-girl was taken into custody on sus- 
picion of stealing the same; but the third day a raven was seen to carry a tea- 
spoon to the bottom of the ground and bury it in a laystall, where, upon digging, 
they found all three, with some shillings and halfpence, on which the girl was 
discharged .” — Notes and Queries, 

Presenting Arms to a Cat. — Some fifty years ago a very high English 
ofllcial died in a fortress, at a place that is one of the centres of Brahmanic 
orthodoxy, and at the moment when the news of his death reached the sepoy 
guard at the main gate, a black cat rushed out of it. The guard presented arms 
to the cat as a salute to the flying spirit of the powerful Englishman ; and the 
coincidence took so firm a hold of the locality that up to a few years ago neither 
exhortation nor orders could prevent a Hindu sentry at that gate from present- 
ing arms to any cat that passed out at night . — Bombay Times. 

Booksellers and Churches. — When in the Middle Ages an author at any 
European university desired to publish his thoughts, his book was read over twice 
in the presence of the authorities, and, if approved, might be copied and exposed 
for sale, — a practice in which the germs for state licensing may be readily dis- 
tinguished. It was evidently necessary, however, to keep a strict watch over the 
persons employed in this business, and the statutes of the University of Paris 
show that the booksellers were subjected to a very severe discipline. They were 
obliged to keep a list of the books they sold and to exhibit their scale of charges, 
and they were forbidden to purchase any manuscript till it had been duly ap- 
proved by the authorities and publicly exposed to view for four days. 

After the university scholar, the best customers of the booksellers were the 
clergy, and one of the favorite places for a book-stall was the church porch. This 
custom has left an abiding mark upon the trade. Readers of Boileau’s “ Lutrin” 
may remember that the ammunition for the fierce battle between the contending 
ecclesiastics was supplied from a bookseller’s shop in the neighborhood of La 
Sainte Chapelle. St. Paul’s church-yard makes a yet greater figure in the history 
of the trade. The surviving names of the streets in which the old stationers of 
the city of London carried on their business indicate the character of their 
stock. In Paternoster Row, not far from Creed Lane and Ave Maria Lane, the 
cradles of their race, the great London publishers still pursue their profession ; 
and where, in the fifteenth century, a solitary school-master or a passing devotee 
asked at rare intervals for an A B C or a Psalter, orders are now issued every 
hour to a thousand printing-presses or are received from the remotest regions of 
the English-speaking world. — The Quarterly Review. 


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CURRENT NOTES. 


Future Speed of Steamers. — It must be remembered that increased 
speed is not simply a question of more power relatively to displacement, but that 
each shape of vessel has a speed to which it is specially adapted, and that any 
attempt to drive it beyond that speed would lead to a great expenditure of power 
with little useful result, as the energy would be chiefly expended in raising 
waves. It is found by experiment that for ordinary speeds the resistance of the 
water to the passage of the ship through it is proportional to the square of the 
speed, and, as the work to be done is equal to the resistance multiplied by the 
velocity, it follows that the power needed to propel a ship varies as the cube of 
the speed. For higher speeds it varies as a higher power than the cube, which can 
only be ascertained by experiments with actual ships or with carefully-prepared 
models. It can also bg shown that the power required for propulsion varies 
approximately as the cube root of the square of the displacement. 

These points must be carefully remembered in considering the possibilities 
of still further increased speeds, and they show the necessity for increasing 
the size along with the speed. If anything like the present speeds had been 
attempted with vessels of the sizes that were common on the Atlantic thirty 
or forty years ago, the size of engines required, and the extra expenses involved, 
would have reduced the earning power of the ships very much, and possibly in 
many cases made it disappear; but remembering the second of the above-men- 
tioned points, namely, that the power required varies as the cube root of the 
displacement squared, it is evident that the proportion of power to tonnage will 
decrease considerably as the sizes of the ships increase, and consequently that it 
will be more economical to propel a large ship at a higher speed than a small one. 
The future development of the steamship, however, depends on conditions about 
which it is impossible to say anything definite. The materials of construction 
have been changed from wood to iron, and from that again to steel. We cannot 
foretell the possibilities of bronze, manganese, aluminium, and other metals. — 
The Scottish Review. 


Bay Rum. — Bay rum is manufactured in Dominica from the dried leaves 
of Pimenta acris. Bay rum is procured by distillation, and this in a very simple 
manner. The leaves are picked from the trees and then dried ; in this state they 
are placed in the retort, which is then filled with water, and the process of dis- 
tillation is carried on; The vapor is then condensed in the usual way, and forms 
what is known as “bay oil,” a very small quantity of which is required for each 
puncheon of rum. The manufacture of bay rum is carried on at the northern 
•end of Dominica, and proves a very lucrative business to those engaged in it, as 
'the plants are plentiful in this district . — Garden and Forest. 

Fate of America’s Discoverers.— It is remarkable how few of the emi- 
nent men of the discoverers and conquerors of the New World died in peace. 
'Columbus died broken-hearted ; Roldin and Bobadilla were drowned ; Ojeda 
died in extreme poverty; Encisco was deposed by his own men ; Nicuesa per- 
ished miserably by the cruelty of his party ; Balboa was disgracefully beheaded ; 
Narvaez was imprisoned in a tropical dungeon, and afterwards died of hardship ; 
Cortez was dishonored ; Alvarado was destroyed in ambush ; Pizarro was mur- 
dered, and his four brothers cut off. There was no end to the assassinations and 
executions of the secondary chiefs among the daring adventurers. 


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A Letter from Marion Harland. 

February 5, 1892. 

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Cleveland’s is a pure cream of tartar and soda mixture, not con- 
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which I have knowledge. It is therefore cheaper. 

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The Philadelphia Magazines and their Contributors, 1741-1850, 
is the most complete contribution that has yet been made to the history of the 
literature of Philadelphia. It begins with the publication of the first maga- 
zines in America, at a time when Philadelphia led all the cities of the country in 
art and literature, and carries on the story to the appearance of Graham’s and 
Godey’s and Peterson’s and Sartain’s important periodicals. 

The history is of literary importance, as nearly every conspicuous man of 
letters in America was at some time associated with the Philadelphia journals. 
Benjamin Franklin, Dr. William Smith, Thomas Paine, H. H. Brackenridge, 
Philip Freneau, Mathew Carey, A. J. Dallas, and William Cobbett were Phila- 
delphia editors in the eighteenth century; and Washington Irving, James 
Russell Lowell, Edgar Allan Poe, and John Greenleaf Whittier among those of 
the nineteenth century. Joseph Dennie and Charles Brockden Brown, the first 
professional men of letters in America, were editors of Philadelphia periodicals. 
Hawthorne and Longfellow, Cooper and Bryant, gave their best work to these 
magazines. 

Professor Smyth is himself a Philadelphia editor, having been one of the 
founders and the editor of Shakespeariana, the first magazine devoted to the study 
of a single author. 

He is also the author of a history of American literature that has been 
highly commended by Lowell, Whittier, Dr. Holmes, George William Curtis, 
and Donald Grant Mitchell. 

In the progress of the work, the author has had the advantage of the per- 
sonal aid of such editors of fifty years ago as George R. Graham, Dr. Thomas 
Dunn English, and Mr. John Sartain. 

The book is a neat 12mo of two hundred pages, and is published by Robert 
M. Lindsay, Philadelphia. 

The Return of the Hump. — The civilized world has lately been suffer- 
ing from a heavy Valois reaction, and such has been the craze for tightness and 
stiffness that ladies have not hesitated to adopt fashions which the court of 
Henri III. or Charles IX. only reserved for men. High, stiff collars (fatal to 
people with short necks or defective respiration) have reigned side by side with 
huge open cuffs, charming when seen from the front, frightful when looked at from 
behind. For years past it has been impossible to induce any dressmaker to leave 
the sweeping line of the neck and arm such as nature made it. Husbands may 
scold, aesthetic friends may scoff, but till the fiat goes forth from the lawgivers 
of Paris, women will have to wear humps on their shoulders, in some wise after 
the fashion of the Reine Margot. — The Saturday Review. 

The Crown of England —The erown of England is studded with jewels 
whose value amounts to nearly half a million of dollars. Around the circle 
there are twenty diamonds worth $7500 each, making $150,000 ; two large centre 
diamonds worth $20,000, fifty-four smaller diamonds, placed at the angle of the 
former, each $500 ; four crosses, each composed of twenty-five diamonds, $60,000 ; 
four large diamonds on the top of the crosses, $20,000 ; twelve- diamonds con- 
tained in the fleur-de-lis, $50,000 ; eighteen smaller diamonds contained in the 
same, $10,000; pearls, diamonds, and other precious stones upon the arches and 
crosses, $50,000 ; also one hundred and forty-one small diamonds, $25,000 ; twenty- 
six diamonds in the upper cross, $15,500 ; two circles of pearls about the rim, 
$15,000. The crown of England is evidently worth inheriting. 


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old Dobbins’ Electric Soap ; for sale by all grocers since 1869, and used during 
all that time by millions of intelligent economical women who ^now its merits, 
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economical soap made, but if you will try it, even just once, it will tell a much 
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take nothing else. 

Unscrupuloaa men make cheap imitations of the best articles ; other un- 
scrupulous men seek to palm them off on their customers as the genuine, for the 
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Rogers and Dickens. — Dickens was unrivalled as a story-teller, though it 
was more of a series of pictures, grotesque or humorous, that he set before us. 
His dramatic face and features supplied half the coloring and details. His 
fashion was to play with the subject exactly as when he was writing, and set it in 
some fantastic light. Thus it was the richest treat to hear him give a whole 
series of scenes from the life, character, and manners of old Sam Rogers. The 
poet had been a great relater of what are called cut-and-dried stories, which he 
always told in the same sepulchral tone and words, — tones, by the way, which 
Dickens borrowed, as he told me, for Justice Stareleigh. He had sunk into 
decay and a sort of imbecility, and seemed quite unconscious of all that was 
going on around him. 

Some of his relations begged of Dickens, with a friend, to go and dine with 
him and cheer him up. They did so ; but he did not know them, and continued 
in the same abstracted state until his old valet, who knew all his stories by heart, 
would stoop down, and, in a cheery way, call to him, “ Come, sir, tell Mr. 
Dickens that capital story about Mr. Pitt and the Bath gentleman.^^ Instantly 
he was roused ; it was as though the penny had been dropped into “ the slot 
the figure began to work at once. Mr. Pitt was once walking down St. James’s 
Street, when a gentleman accosted him : “ Don’t you know me, Mr. Pitt? I met 
you at Bath.” “ Delighted to meet you, sir — at Bath.” The head then dropped, 
and the figure relapsed into its old insensibility. 

The valet, after a few moments, stirred him up again. “ Tell Mr. Dickens, 
sir, that first-rate story of yours about Hon. Capt. Cadogan and the lovely Miss 
Campbell.” Again the old man went off. “ Capt. Cadogan was deeply enamoured 
of the Hon. Miss Campbell, and once introduced himself into her boudoir as she 
was dressing to go to a party, meaning to avow his passion. She had never seen 
him. She looked at him fixedly, and said, ‘Why don’t you begin?’ She took 
him for the ’air-dresser.” During a long day in the train he poured out a whole 
series of these stories, acting them almost with great vivacity . — Pall Mall Gazette. 


The Mikado. — The Emperor of Japan, to whose sagacity the rapid progress 
made by the Land of the Rising Sun is largely due, is thirty-nine years of age. 
Born in 1852, Matsu Hito succeeded his father in 1867, and was crowned in 
1868 ; a year later he married the Princess Haruko. The Emperor is the one 
hundred and twenty-first of his race who has ruled the country. He is a great 
believer in Western civilization, and in 1889 he freely granted a Constitution to 
the people, whose representatives met for the first time in the autumn of last 
year. Both the Mikado and his consort are popular, and European travellers 
to Japan invariably speak in the highest terms of them. 


A CHARMING little anecdote of Browning’s courtesy is told in Temple Bar. 
On one occasion, Mr. Browning’s son had hired a room in a neighboring house 
in which to exhibit his pictures, and, during the temporary absence of the 
artist, Mr. Browning was doing the honors to a roomful of fashionable friends. 
He was standing near the door when an unannounced visitor made her appear- 
ance. Mr. Browning immediately shook hands with her, when she exclaimed, 
“ Oh, I beg your pardon ; but, please, sir, I’m the cook. Mr. Barrett asked me 
to come and see his pictures.” “ And I am very glad to see you,” said Mr. 
Browning, with ready courtesy : “ take my arm and I will show you around.” 


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given me a list of places where her preparations are sold. I found them here 
in Alexandria, and have laid in a stock. My mind is easy now, so any time 
you wish to start, I’m ready!” 

American ladies travelling abroad find the Compound invaluable. It sus- 
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Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound is the only Positive Cure and 
Legitimate Remedy for the peculiar weaknesses and ailments of women. 

Blair’s Pills. — Great English Remedy for Gout and Rheumatism. Sure, 
prompt, and effective. Large box 34, small 14 Pills. For sale at all drug- 
gists’, and 224 William Street, -New York. 

Thurston’s Ivory Pearl Tooth-Powder.— Keeps teeth perfect and 
gums healthy. Orris and Wintergreen. Pink and white colors. Always used 
when once tried. For sale at all druggists’, and 224 William Street, New York. 

Dress Well at Low Cost. How? By dealing with the manufacturer, 
thus paying but one profit on the material. The Delaware Woollen Mills make 
Men’s Suits to order from their own all-wool cloths, at prices lower than you pay 
for ready-made clothes. No made-up stock kept. Every garment made to order 
from measure. Perfect fit guaranteed. Every variety of goods. Pants to order, 
$3.00 to $10.00. Suits to order, $12.00 to $35.00. Samples, self-measuring rules, 
and a tape measure sent free. Delaware Woollen Mills Co., Office, No. 10 
North Fourth Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Established 1825. 

Sickness among children, especially infants, is prevalent more or less at all 
times, but is largely avoided by giving proper nourishment and wholesome food. 
The most successful and reliable of all is the Gail Borden “ Eagle” Brand Con- 
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Bloodier Wars in the Future. — War itself will at times be less hide- 
ous now in these days of smokeless powder, for, while the noise of the guns is 
lessened, the flash is more blue and far more vivid, and the trifling purple haze 
which overspreads the landscape when the fire of musketry becomes intense 
beautifies all objects, though it in no way interferes with sight. As for the 
guns, they appear to have but the smoke of a cigar, and, I may add, the smell 
of a fusee. Men and horses are now visible in battle, however hot the engage- 
ment, however great the numbers, with all the clearness in which they are de- 
picted in panoramic views of mediaeval battle. Woe betide, in future, generals 
who ride white Arabs, and armies whose uniforms or equipments glisten ! 
“ Their fluttering lance-pennons add greatly to the spectacular effect of our field 
days,” has lately been said of the lancers of the British army. Although lance- 
pennons have gone in France, yet the military painter can still find subjects. 
The^ carnage when men next fight will no doubt be awful, and the next war 
bloodier than the last, but the preliminaries of destruction will be lovely to the 
eye . — Sir Charles W. £)ilke, in the Fortnightly Review. 

Great Libraries. — The largest library in the world is that at Paris, which 
contains upwards of 2,000,000 printed books and 160,000 manuscripts. Between 
the Imperial Library at St. Petersburg and the British Museum there is not 
much difference. In the British Museum there are about 1,500,000 volumes. 
The Koyal Library of Munich has now something over 900,000, but this includes 
many pamphlets ; the Royal Library at Berlin contains 800,000 volumes, the 
library at Copenhagen 510,000, the library at Dresden 500,000, the University 
Library at Gottingen, Germany, 600,000. The Royal Library at Vienna has 
400,000 volumes, and the University Library in the same city 370,000 volumes. 
At Buda-Pesth the University Library has 300,000 books, the corresponding 
library at Cracow nearly the same number, and at Prague 205,000. 

Base Uses for a Voice. — At the close of a grand ball a celebrated actor 
of the Court Theatre in Berlin stands in the passage waiting for friends. A 
beautiful and fashionably-dressed lady approaches him, and says, “ Beg pardon, 
have I the honor to see before me our famous Herr Donnerstimme, whose 
powerful and sonorous voice I had the pleasure of admiring last night in Mac- 
beth? Might I ask you to do me a little favor?” “ I am quite at your service, 
madame.” “Then will you be good enough to call out in the street in your 
loudest tones for the carriage of Baroness Schwartz?” 

The statement that spectacles are used for horses, strange as it may seem, 
is perfectly true. The business of a well-known firm of opticians in London 
consists largely of the manufacture of horse-spectacles. The object of these 
spectacles is to promote high-stepping. They are made of stiff* leather, quite 
enclosing the eyes of the horse, and the glassses employed are deep concave, 
and large in size. The effect is to give the ground in front of the horse the 
appearance of being raised; the animal, therefore, steps high, thinking he is 
going up-hill or has to step over an obstacle in front of him. This system is 
generally adopted when the animal is young, and its effect on his action is said 
to be remarkable. It is found that the cause of shying is, as a rule, short sight, 
and it is now suggested that the sight of all horses should be tested. By a little 
artificial assistance, many valuable horses which are optically unfit for their 
work can be made as valuable as ever. 


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Asthma and Hay-Fever. — There is no “ sure cure for every case of 
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by organic disease, can be cured to stay cured by constitutional treatment, and 
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Talma as a Roman Tribune. — From 1787 to 1789, when he was elected 
a aodUaire of the Com4die Fran^aise, Talma, in the occasional characters which 
he personated, was given no opportunity of “ creating” a great part. He waited, 
however, and worked — worked principally with David, the painter, whose friend 
he had become, and with whom he studied the antique, reflecting how incongru- 
ous it was that the heroes of Greece and Rome should be represented on the 
French stage in powder and lace and knee-breeches. 

Now, it happened about this time that Talma had been cast for the part of 
a tribune in “ Brutus,” a chance which enabled him to make an experiment 
meditated by more than one of his predecessors, but not hitherto adventured. 
So David and Talma conspired together, and the little plot succeeded well 
enough, — with the public at least, to whom a Roman tribune in a real toga and 
with bare arms and legs was a delightful novelty. With the other members of 
the company, however, it was quite a different thing. Jealous of new ideas, 
imbued with the traditions of their theatre, they were indignant at this innova- 
tion ; the actresses, in particular, were shocked at the unseemly display of arms 
and legs. “ Gracious heavens T’ exclaimed Mile. Contat with a little scream, as 
Talma emerged from his dressing-room, ready to go on. “How hideous he is I 
For all the world like one of those old statues I” And a few minutes afterwards, 
Mme. Vestris, who happened to be on the stage in the same scene, took an op- 
portunity of saying to him in an undertone, “Why, Talma, your arms are 
bare I” “Yes,” he replied, “like the Romans.” “ Why, Talma, you have no 
trousers on I” “ No : the Romans did not wear them.” “ Cochon I” ejaculated 
poor Mme. Vestris, and, her feelings overpowering her, she had to go off the 
stage. 

Even with revolution in the air, as It was in 1789, it took some little time 
to habituate Parisian players and play-goers to so radical a change. The next 
actor, one of the old school, who filled a similar part made great difficulties 
about donning the toga. He was induced to do so eventually, but only on the 
condition that two pockets should be let into the back of the garment, — one 
of these being for his handkerchief, the other for his snuff-box. — Macmillan's 
Magazine. 

The Earliest Newspapers.— 7%e English Mercurie, now in MS. in the 
British Museum, has been proved to be a forgery. The oldest regular newspaper 
published in England was established by Nathaniel Butler, in 1662. 

The oldest paper in France was commenced by Theophrastus Renaudot, in 
1632, during the reign of Louis XIII. It was called the Gazette de France. 

The first Dutch newspaper, which is still continued under the name of the 
Haarlem Courant, is dated January 8, 1656. It was then called De Weechelycke 
Courante van Europa, and contained two small folio pages of news. 

The first Russian newspaper was published in 1703. Peter the Great not 
only took part personally in its editorial composition, but in correcting proofs, 
as appears from sheets, still in existence, in which are marks and alterations in 
his own hand. There are two complete copies of the first year’s edition of this 
paper in the Imperial Library of St. Petersburg. 

The first newspaper established in North America was the Boston News-Letter, 
commenced April 24, 1704. It was half a sheet of paper, twelve inches by eight, 
two columns on a page. It survived for seventy-two years, and advocated the 
policy of the British government at the outbreak of the Revolution. 


^^WHY COW^S MILK DOES NOT AGREE WITH THE BABY:' 


Why Cow’s riilk 

Does Not Agfree 
W ith the Baby. 


You know that it does not, but would you like to know why it does 
not ? Of course you would, because many of you who read these 
pages are experiencing this very difficulty to-day in your own house- 
holds. The milk looks and tastes nearly the same as mother’s milk, 
but why is it that the baby is worried and unhappy, and has the colic 
when he takes the cow’s milk ? 


There are Three Reasons for it 

and we can make them perfectly plain to you. 


“How 

happy 

must 

thy 

parents 

be 

# 



so HIGH! 


When we speak of the “composition” of the milk, we have got to use 
figures, but we will do it as simply as possible. Suppose you have 
loo lbs. of cow’s milk : what does it contain ? It contains 86 lbs. 
water, 5 lbs. sugar, 4 lbs. cheese, 4 lbs. butter, and i lb. salts. These 
quantities are in round numbers and will answer sufficiently for the 
present explanation ; later, we will tell you where you can find the 
figures exactly. That is the composition of 100 lbs. of cow’s milk. 
In order that you may intelligently compare the composition of these 
two substances (mother’s milk and cow’s milk) we will arrange them 
in tabular form, thus : 


100 lbs. Cow’s Milk. 

Water, .... 86 lbs. 

Sugar, .... 5 “ 

Cheese, ... 4 “ 

Butter, .... 4 “ 

Salts, I “ 100 lbs. 


100 lbs. Mother’s Milk. 

Water, .... 87 lbs. 
Sugar, .... 6 “ 

Cheese, ... 2 “ 

Butter, .... 4 “ 

Salts, .... : 


^5 


100 lbs. 


WHY COW'S MILK DOES NOT AGREE WITH THE BABY. 


You observe that the cow’s milk contains less sugar than the mother’s milk. 
You observe, also, that the cow’s milk contains double the quantity 
of cheese that mother’s milk contains. 

That is the First Reason. 

Cheese is a substance that is excellent for a calf, and it exists in large 
quantities in cow’s milk, which is the calf’s natural food ; and the 
proportion of cheese in cow’s milk is correctly adapted to the require- 
ments of the calf’s stomach ; but the baby can not take so large a 
quantity of cheese^ and that’s what disturbs him. 


# 

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are 

better 

than 

all 

the 

ballads 

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WATKINS BENERMAN, 
Philadelphia. 


# 

That 

ever 

were 

sung 

or 

said." 

# 


The Second Reason 

Is that cow’s milk is acid and mother’s milk alkaline. If you will 
obtain a piece of litmus paper, you can readily try this for yourself. 
If you dip blue litmus paper into cow’s milk the litmus paper will 
become red ; this shows that cow’s milk is acid. If you dip red lit- 
mus paper into mother’s milk the paper will turn blue ; this shows 
that mother’s milk is alkaline. 


The Third Reason 

Is that the cheese in cow’s milk is of a different quality from the 
cheese in mother’s milk, and it forms a different substance in the 
child’s stomach. In the stomach the cheese becomes coagulated and 
forms a clot ; the clots of cheese from mother’s milk are soft and 
flocculent, and make no disturbance in the baby’s stomach. The 
coagulated clot of cheese from the cow’s milk is hard and tough, 
and the baby can7iot digest it. 


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“frar COW’S milk does not agree with the babf. 


These are the Three Reasons 

Why Cow’s Milk Differs 
From Mother’s Milk. 


Now, to illustrate further. Suppose you dilute loo lbs. of cow’s 
milk with lOo lbs. of water ; you will have then, in the 200 lbs., 186 
lbs. of water, 5 lbs. of sugar, 4 lbs. of cheese, 4 lbs. butter and i lb. 
of salts. Let us now compare this diluted cow’s milk with the moth- 
er’s milk, and see what the difference is, taking one-half of the 200 
lbs. of diluted cow’s milk, in order to compare equal quantity ; we 
shall then have : 


100 lbs. Cow’s Milk, Diluted. 


zoo lbs. Mother’s Milk. 


Water, 93 lbs. Water, 

Sugar, 2 J 4 “ Sugar, 

Cheese, 2 “ Cheese, 

Butter, 2 “ Butter, 

Salts, Salts, . 


loo lbs. 


87 lbs. 
6 « 

2 “ 
4 “ 


100 lbs. 


“ A merry 
heart 
goes 
all 
the 
day. 

# 



MASTER SHELDON, 
West Winsted, Conn. 


# 

Blessings 

on 

thee, 

little 

man.” 

# 


Now you will observe that diluting cow’s milk reduces the cheese so that 
it is in about the same proportion that it is in the mother’s milk, but 
you have reduced also the most important element in it, namely, the 
sugar ; having less sugar to start with than the mother’s milk, the 
cow’s milk diluted contains only 2}4 lbs. in 100, while the mother s 
milk contains 6 lbs. in 100. 


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^^WHY COW^S MILK DOES NOT AGREE WITH TEE BABY” 


Now for a Remedy 

For these three objections to cow’s milk for the baby. It is found 
by adding Mellin's Food to the diluted cow’s milk. This contains 
the sugar and salts necessary to bring up the proportions in the 
diluted cow’s milk nearly as they are in the mother’s milk. Mellin's 
Food is alkaline and it is sufficiently so to neutralize the acidity in the 
cow's milk. The third and most important thing that Meltin' s Food 
does is to act upon the cheese of the cow’s milk so that when the 
food is given to the baby, the cheese no longer forms in a large, solid 
clot, but forms in soft flocculent masses, which are readily absorbed 
by the stomach without difficulty and without trouble. 


# 


“ The 
gracious 
boy, 
who 
did 
adorn 


# 



EDW. W. FISCHER, 

Chicago. 

The above explanation will sufficiently show how Mellhi's Food renders the 
cow's milk digestible for the child and makes it so closely resemble the 
mother’s milk. What particular use the sugar is, the butter, the 
cheese, and the salts — you would probably like to know ; and just 
what part they play in building up the child’s body ; this we will 
tell you at another time. 

Study these pages carefully. If you would like to know more, you will 
find it in a little book called 

‘‘THE CARE AND FEEDING OF INFANTS.” 

This book contains advice to mothers on this important subject. 

It is issued by THE DOLIBER=GOODALE CO., of Boston, and a copy 
will be sent to you free, by mail, if you will write for it. To those 
of you who have not tried Meltin' s Food^ we have only to say 
write to the firm above mentioned, stating how old the baby is, and 
they will send you a sample bottle free, by mail, sufficient for trial. 

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‘‘Turned Upside Down” 

Is your home in this sad plight — many are and house- 
cleaning does it. Cold meals 
and no comfort, sour tempers 
and aching backs, hard 
work and too much of it. 

tired women and “mad” 
men — all from house-clean- 
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delightful instinct for the historical significance, the color, and the melody of 
words. No expert would venture to recast one of her sentences lest a subtile 
aroma should escape. . . . What one expects to find in their construction is 
traces of the novice, — of the untrained 'prentice-hand. What, in fact, we 
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1877- The Pope Mf^. Co. organized. First small be^innin^s in bicycl'a 
business, as importers and makers, at 45 Hi^b St., Boston, Mass. 


1878. Larger salesrooms and a Bicycle Riding School, at 87 Summer 
St., Boston. First American manufacture of cycles be^un with 
the Columbia Bicycle, at Weed Sewing Machine Co. factory 
Hartford, Conn. First regular trade catalogue, twenty pa^es. 


I 879. Agency system, uniform price system, and patent protection and 
license system established. Standard Columbia added. 

IS 80. Special Columbia added, and Youth’s Columbia, Mustang and 
Youth’s Mustang. Columbia ball-bearing, the first successful 
adjustable ball-bearing made. 


1881. Larger quarters at 597 Washington St., Boston, Mass. Columbia 

Warrant, or guarantee, instituted. 

1882. Branch House in Hew York. Expert Columbia, the first and 

only bicycle to be ridden around the world. Columbia enamel. 


1883. Columbia Racer and Columbia Three-Track Tricycle. 

1884. Branch House in Chicago. 

1885. Columbia Li^ht Roadster Bicycle and Two-Track Tricycle. 

1886. Columbia Safety (front driver) Bicycle and Semi-Roads-^ 

Bicycle, and Ladies’ Columbia Two-Track Tricycle. Columbia 
Kirkpatrick Saddle . Records of mile in 2.29 4-5 and 22 miles 
within the hour, made on Columbia Racer, and stood as 
“ World’s Records ” for years. 


1 887. Building at 77 and 79 Franklin St., Boston, occupied in January. 

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